Salka Radin, sent from Russia to live with her wealthy cousins in Germany at the turn of the century, is swept into a stormy marriage with the scion of a powerful banking family
I tend to like these kinds of books - the sweeping epics where Love is Lost and occasionally Won, where people fall in love with their siblings' spouses But It Can Never Be, where a woman Pursues Her Love Across An Ocean but when she Finds Her Passion, it is for... her work, rather than her man (gasp!) (few of these things happen in this book) - but for some reason this one felt a little flat. It provides a nice look at turn-of-the-century Vienna and surrounds, and an interesting look at Jewish life of the period, but Salka was such a wet blanket, and none of the other characters were sufficiently gripping to make up for it.
what I remember most about this book is the beautiful descriptions of the cities, buildings, decor and the wonderful foods. A nice story that makes you feel you are experiencing all the sensualness as you read it.