April 2016
A soppy romance novel, ridiculous and vapid – Cobbold’s attempt at a writing a modern fairy tale it would seem.
Clementine Hope, mid-thirties, an obsessive compulsive worrier, inherits a house, teaches piano, collects fairy tales and spends a lot of time eating chocolate cake at the local cafe. Falls in love with her neighbour at first sight, a literal breathless infatuation.
Wanted to throw the book in angry disgust at times.