According to the blurb, everything about this book seemed to be ‘me’. It has older main characters, like I love, a little bit of mystery, a little bit of romance, a little bit of angst. Set in England, but the English writer lives in Australia, so we should be on the same wave length, right? Wrong. I’ll add this to the unfortunately long list of books that I’ve disliked of late. (No, I’m not going to admit I’m in a Mood just yet.)
Our heroine, Emily, has a car accident. After awakening from a short coma, she’s transferred to a geriatric home to complete her rehab. When she plans to leave, however, she finds that her nephew has convinced all and sundry she is suffering from dementia to keep her locked up so he can gain control of her money.
It sounds rather spooky and sinister and sad. It’s not really. Jacobs’s writing is rather ho-hum and basic. Something happens, then something else happens, and then something else happens. And it’s as poetic and descriptive as that.
I was interested to see how the premise would work in modern times and I don’t think it did. I had to suspend belief several times. I’m not sure why Jacobs didn’t just set the thing in the 50s where being kept in an asylum against your will would be more realistic. Emily’s ‘secret’ career would have worked much better just post-WW2 also. The characters are very old fashioned anyway.
The romance is more routine than sweet. A lot of the storylines aren’t tied up. I hope they are in the 2nd book in the series. I’m not going to rush to read and find out, however.
As I said, it seemed like a great idea and perhaps with some tighter editing this might have worked. (Actually there were a couple of passages repeated, so no hope there…)
2 1/2 out of 5 at the most.