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Wednesday, 3 June 2009

The House at Riverton.


Kate Morton successfully weaves a story of love, tragedy and misunderstanding, set by the haunting backdrop of the first world war, that captivates the imagination and warms the bottom of your belly long after finishing the last page.

However, one can't help but think that the story has been told before. Think 'Titanic', think Jane Austen, think prime-time television drama for ITV... it is a well told and very subtle novel that is a very easy read.

Could the main body of the book have been forgone, allowing the true secret of the Hartford sisters to spill forth without the 80,000 word socio-historical context? Probably. But that isn't the point. For romantics with time on their hands.
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