I read most of this book some months ago, but it was put-downable and I didn't read the end until the festive break afforded me a little extra R 'n' R time (although I should have been clearing out the front room or oiling the deck, of course). The cliche would have it that you can't judge a book by its cover, but the cover and presentation of this hardcover edition deserve mention, as they're very classy. A pleasing, classic lichen-coloured hardcover with a quality dustcover with agreeable fonts and lovely art, with a ribbon sewn/glued into the binding for a bookmark (there's probably a technical term for such a thing, and if Linda Reynolds is reading this, she'll perhaps be able to tell me what it is).
There's nothing wrong with the content of the book itself, and I didn't dislike it, but it just didn't grab me. The blurb describes it as 'understated and insightful' and it is probably those things. It's certainly gentle and honest-seeming. But riveting and spellbinding are not adjectives I'd apply to it. There was also the hint of other or further story within what was shared (never action adventure!), which intrigued me; I felt disappointed that these suggestions weren't followed up. It makes a restful holiday read, clearing the noise and clutter from the mind.