I realize I'm very much in a minority regarding this book, but that's okay. While I also realize many will, and do, find this utterly romantic, I just couldn't. I found little to nothing to like. While the Irish setting is well done (an area I yearn to see again)and the cover is lovely--the rest left me wincing.
Initially, the "ghost" narration every few chapters is effective and spooky yet like most everything else, it falters as the novel progresses. What starts off as a very Gothic, spooky, obsessively jealous presence that keeps us wondering how it will manipulate the action--eventually crashes into the cliche-ridden cheesiness the rest of the story falls into. Big disappointment in that.
Secondly, the heroine, Ellen, strikes me as dumb as a box of hammers. With the emotional level of a 16 year old, (despite emphasizing being an adult of 33), she swings wildly (and I mean at the speed of sound)from "I'm running away to rebel" to "OMG he's so gorgeous; I can't think, eat, or sleep; I wonder if he likes me?!" to "I've been in Ireland a week and know I'm home forever, and besides, I wonder if he likes me?" to "He likes me! So I won't bother letting my family or fiance know I'm okay--and my fiance will figure out I don't want to marry him, so I won't bother to tell him" to "Wah, he's mad at me so I have to leave Ireland forever," to "Hmm wonder if he's still mad at me..." During this whining, she declares she's going to write a novel yet has no plot or idea of how to start one. Then she's going to write music, then she will work in a shop.... The supposed mystery of her family is grossly obvious from the first few chapters yet she cannot figure it out when it's literally staring her in the face. A subplot involving Edith Wharton's wonderful "Age of Innocence" seems especially contrived. Countess Olenska is intelligent, charming, complex,and tragic. This Ellen strikes me as tragically simple.
Finally, the Hot Guy love interest is a Byronic/Heathcliff wannabe who utters some cringe-worthy (I know many find this sexy, but I just thought 'eww') dialogue while seducing Ellen because, of course, she is the only one who can draw him out of his "my wife destroyed me; I'm a martyr" funk. This funk is demonstrated with continued references to his dark, brooding, quick to anger, nature along with hair like Daniel Day Lewis in 'Last of the Mohicans.' There is also a bit of 'Sense and Sensibility' allusion in the way they meet; all it did is make me yearn for Austen. And, while I may be overly sensitive, or maybe it's a result of my disliking the book, too many (not all but enough) of the female characters come across as weak, manipulative, dishonest--while noble and misunderstood men suffer in their wake. That depiction bothers me.
I always know I'm in a bad read when I hope the romance goes South. However, if you're interested in Ireland or, like me, hope to return, the scenery is appealing.