Title: Tea and Primroses
Nothing is as it seemed in calm, quaint Legley Bay.
Famous novelist Constance Mansfield lived a seemingly straightforward – if private – and somewhat predictable life. Friends, beloved daughter Sutton, a beautiful home, and all the success an author could wish for. A perfect life….but was it?
When a hit and run accident suddenly takes her mother’s life, Sutton finds hidden secrets with her heartbreak. Emotional walls she assumed Constance had built to protect her privacy may have been to protect something – or someone – else entirely. Family and friends return home for support, including her own lost-love, Declan. He’s the first thing she craves to help her cope with her loss and the questions she’s left with, but he’s also the last person she wants to see. Will he be able to put down roots at last?
Can the loss of true love be the making of a life, or is it destined to be the undoing of everything? When money, power and love combine across time, anything is possible.
Author: Tess Thompson
Published by Booktrope Source: Author
Published: 16 February, 2014
Genres: Romance, Suspense, Woman's Fiction
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A beautiful story concept is the highlight of this book, the second in the series. While the first was more an ensemble piece, this second book focuses on Sutton, newly returned from Paris and suddenly discovering that her mother has died.
Sutton is trying to pick up the pieces of what was a fairly well-planned return, instead she discovers secrets of love and heartache, both from Sutton’s perspective and from inserts into the past from her mother’s perspective.
While not as overloaded with information better shown than told, or as overtly directed as Caramel and Magnolias I still found gaps in the emotional impact that we were expected to find versus what was actually there. What I have come to find is that authors who are also playwrights often have such a decided and solid view of what the reader NEEDS to see at any given moment, that rather than set the stage and allow the emotion and setting to develop for the reader, the playwright needs to give all of that information in large chunks, resulting in information overload and removing the reader’s input into the story.
While the dialogue had moments of brilliance, the overload of information and direction as to what I should think or feel at any given moment left me uninspired, and without any great questions. So much effort expended in telling even the minutest of details made this a slow read, and the overload of information stifled any emotional response that I would have had were some details left for me to ferret out for myself. Other readers may (and do) love this style choice; it just isn’t to my taste.