I have read this book as an ARC copy provided by the author in exchange of an honest review.
This book is not a love story. Or not only a love story. And it’s definitely not about who I thought it would be about. This book is simply put, about the fact that “There (is) nothing so threatening as a beautiful middle- aged woman who knew her mind.”
The book is set in the 70’s in Wales 🏴 , which is described beautifully as the author is personally familiar with this area. Claire posts some beautiful pictures from Wales sometimes and through her beautifully crafted words, which is among why she is my absolute favourite author within this genre, I felt from the first page that I walked there myself and knew all about this place. The little town of Foel, Wales, where “new idea took an eternity to spread and seemed exhausted by the time they arrived so that they never really took hold.”
The chapters are being told from different characters POVs and that’s how we are also introduced to the colourful people of Foel.
There’s no love lost between some of the MCs, but we don’t know why yet and the way Ashton is unraveling the background story of these people is in her characteristic wonderful writing: “She stared at the conflicting mass of Bryn Thomas, perceived as the generous heart and soul of the village when all Sophie could see was malignant jealousy, seething conspiracies and foiled plots.”
The wonderful writing doesn’t stop here of course, the way Ashton describes the misogyny of the 70s, unfortunately still present today, is also precisely on point and yet in the same beautiful, raw language I have grown used to from her: “He didn’t mind women in trousers like some, so long as you could see the shape of them. She’d be tender, ripe, adoring against his body and he felt powerful like the man owning the skyscrapers of 7th Avenue that rose in the poster’s background.”
There’s a high level of angst throughout this book and I personally found myself triggered and catapulted back down memory lane into a life under communism in the 80s where nobody dared to talk back to teachers in school, not even parents, not even when kids would be abused. I hadn’t even realized this until Ashton herself points it out to me: “Beth lay, blinking back tears, feeling quietly savaged by the place called home.”
There’s drama unfolding left and right, some more serious than other like Rhian Thomas’s use of very strong pills for years, while for Sophie “It was barbaric not to have a cigarette with her morning coffee.” 🤣
And this use of subtle humour, another characteristic of Ashton’s writing, is just amazing, putting a smile on my face just when I think I can’t handle the stress.
Then she gets right back into the writing language that got me hooked on to her books from the start: “Sophie found poetry impenetrable. Why couldn’t poets say clearly what they meant? Who cares if it took a few more lines? What was the point of alluding to antiquated works when no-one read them anymore?
But when Elin read, when Elin spoke, the words bled. The obscure meaning on the page fluttered into life. It filled the air with living breathing souls.”
It’s the very first time I believe when my favourite characters in a book are not the main ones. The vicar is a quiet, private and sweet man, always there “to talk or for quiet company, whichever is more useful.” So courageous to live his truth, even more so probably in the 70s.
And Meg, sweet Meg who’s the only one at times willing to be herself. To stand up and shout in front of the entire village about the unjust criteria girls have to live up to compared with the boys. And Carys, who does the right thing even as she intimidates those around her.
The mystery and background of the characters starts to be disclosed from chapter 22 and it’s nothing short of exciting and shocking at times.
Chapter 33 is very raw and one of my favourites due to the honesty in it.
The whole world status is described in such a raw, direct and honest writing, which reminded me of Taylor Jenkins Reid’s book: “Because we’re not even at the table for discussions. We’re not present when decisions are made. Remember all those times you told me that half a village bobby’s job is informally chatting to folk. But where do you talk to them? At the Round Table. In the men’s bar. At the village council where all the representatives are men.”
This book is definitely not your usually light reading, wlw romance or fluff. It’s deep and raw and triggering and emotionally draining, but again this is what I have come to expect from Ashton and I would be quite disappointed if she didn’t offer me these kind of stories.
There’s open and subtle conflict, there’s history, there’s mystery, there are three dimensional, complex characters and situations, there’s love, there’s hate, and there’s everything else in between. And this book is a masterpiece. Best yet to date by Ashton in my opinion and as I said, she is my favourite author and I have read all her books. So do yourselves a favour and grab at least this book if you aren’t familiar with this author, a thing which I strongly suggest y’all immediately correct!