I’d seen quite some marketing and fuzz around this book and given that the author and I seem to have some overlap (mothers, read a fair deal of Jane Austen and other period literature, moving abroad with children, working in a different culture, studies) this book was aimed for the heart. And missed.
Non fiction can be sweeping, breath taking, startling, leaving you with topics to ponder, nuances to consider, (dis)similarities to acknowledge. Turns out it can also be anecdotal, missing a purpose and overall arch.
I’ve read nearly half the book I think, waiting for something more to come, but after the first chapters (it aren’t chapters, neither are it topics, so I struggle to give it a proper name) it didn’t become repetitive exactly (although it had quite a high more-of-the-sameness to it) but it just didn’t go deeper. I then went straight to the last 10 or so pages and didn’t find what I hoped to find, so left it largely unfinished.
If in future I would come across the third book (there seems to have been a market, or at least good marketing) I will flick through and find WHY they moved to Scotland, as that is the one topic I’d be interested in at this point.