This story started out a little irritating with overwrought images in the narrative, some just reaching to ridiculous - "the tantalizing glitter of his arctic blue eyes. The iceberg planes of his cheekbones...the cutting white sail of his smile". Oh, please, just a bit much for one paragraph. Then there is the powerful and strong woman, who gets pregnant and retreats from the world in Nantucket because she is afraid her lover will want her to get an abortion. If she was that strong, she could have told him no and meant it. The novel moves to the renovation of an old house which became somewhat interesting, then the reader is slapped in the face by not one, but multiple tragedies in a row. I was too far in by that point to wall-bang it, so finished it. Of course, as predicted, the storylines were all tied up with neat little bows, happy endings all around. Overall disappointing.