I was going to give this two stars until I got towards the end of the story, but then this book and its main character annoyed me so much I could barely finish it.
Eliza starts the book as naive, believing herself to be in love with her childhood friend Nick because he told her he loved her in the snow one day. When she mentions that to him, though, he doesn't remember it. It's blindingly obvious that Nick is gay and in love with Eliza's younger brother, Martyn. I get that might not be obvious to a 19-year-old woman in 1939, but she has misgivings and ploughs on with Nick anyway, even when she's consumed by thoughts of another man. Okay then.
The problem for me with Eliza is that she never learns anything. She creates her own obstacles and stymies herself. That got old fast for me.
Lewis Harper is an interesting character but turns out to be a bit of a doormat when it comes to Eliza. Honestly, I don't know why he puts up with her and her nonsense. Look elsewhere, man, you can do way better than this selfish woman.
There's a whole nonsensical sub-plot about a local girl, Eliza's childhood nemesis, who is a German spy and who, quite unbelievably, Lewis is ordered to marry to keep an eye on her, even though he's always away on missions at this point. I mean... what? She's a spy. The authorities know she's a spy. Arrest her and throw her in jail with all the other spies. Nobody's going to make a Navy commander marry a known spy just because it's a convenient plot point to make his former lover jealous. Ugh. Please.
Then we time jump - which we do a lot in this book, with most of the interesting action happening off-page much to my annoyance - through the childhood of Stella, Eliza and Lewis' daughter. Stella is something of a mystic, with the child version of her late uncle acting as her invisible friend. We know it's Martyn because he says 'mices' instead of 'mice'. Anyway, as bizarre as that all is, the ghost of grown-up Martyn also appears to his sister when she's about to swallow a load of pills and put us all out of our misery. So there's that.
This book is a mess. I'd rather have read the stuff that happens off-page in a lot of cases. It's full of "oh, that would be a cool idea to put in there" plotlines that do nothing to drive the story forward and the main character is remote and unfeeling, with the central love story never taking off because of it. I could not wait to finish this book simply to get it over and done with. I will not be reading this author again.