When the elegant Eleanor Carling returns to the English home of her childhood after an absence of twenty years, she opens a door to her past at Riverstone Hall which she’d rather not.
The founder of Carling Press, which within the relatively-short space of ten years has outperformed the top five publishing houses in New York, Eleanor resides on the fashionable East Side, clad in classic style and fuelled by takeout food and vintage wine. Tidy and organised, she lives the most private of lives, in control of her own destiny and only allowing friends Jet and Georgina into the inner sanctum.
The interested onlooker might well detect a romance-shaped hole in this otherwise-perfect lifestyle, but Eleanor appears content—until the day a manuscript lands on her doormat which, upon examination, is found to be written by her long-dead father, Michael, who raised Eleanor alone from the age of two, following the death of her mother. Rather than a close relationship, however, father and daughter were estranged by undisclosed events, Eleanor refusing to have anything to do with Michael, sending his letters back unopened and not even attending his funeral—despite being his sole beneficiary.
Now, however, her father has reached out from beyond the grave, necessitating a return to England and Riverstone Hall in search of answers. Requesting that Jet and Georgina accompany her, Eleanor must disclose to them the events which caused her estrangement from her father, including her connections to the bookshop named Word Keepers—and to Marcus.
It's a well-written story, switching from the present day of Eleanor, Georgina and Jet to Eleanor’s past and even before that, with Michael Carling’s own past narrated by the manuscript, explaining why he turned into the type of man, husband and father that he did. The location changes too, from New York through the English countryside to the Côte d’Azur, while the themes encompass lost love, class differences and friendship. There’s a realistic feel of psychology in the way that Eleanor’s facing of her past appears to open up her present, filling in the gaps, as it were, but not with facile ease. Recommended.