The narrator of this book is so dull she doesn’t even get a name. I shall call her Egg.
Egg is in the south of France living with an old American woman who she hates when she meets Maxim, a silver fox. He’s a bit damaged after his ex died, but he decided to marry Egg (I’m still unsure why). Back at his home in Cornwall, she’s confronted by the housekeeper who’s a bit of a bitch. Egg is far to scared to say or do anything in case the servants judge her for not being very good at being in charge. This strategy yields little success.
The concept is interesting. What influence a dead woman can have over the living. How you perceive those you’ve never met, especially your partners exes. How wrong you can be about those things. To assume makes an ass out of u and me, etc.
I found the story itself pretty gripping, but I couldn’t stand Egg – she’s like a 1930s Bella Swan. I wanted to shake some guts into her. STAND UP FOR YOURSELF, EGG!
Eventually, for reasons I can’t quite remember, Egg began to stand up for herself. The story got a lot better then, but I was just so sick of it by this point, I was only finishing it out of (confusing) spite.
This book taught me a few of important lessons.
1. Never read the introduction before you read the book. It is bound to give away some really important part of the plot, ruining any excitement you may have felt.
2. Just because everyone else loves a book, it doesn’t mean that you will. And, actually, that’s ok.
3. You should be the hero in your life. If you’re not, it’s just a little bit sad.