In some of my darker days, this book brought me a little comfort. It was a nice escape this summer when I was trying to figure out how to survive the heat and how to embrace my new life in St. George as the Relief Society president. The negativity was rampant and this book was enjoyable and light.
Too light, really, and very predictable. But the scenes of small town life and people were sweet and you could tell nothing really horrible was going to happen to anyone. It was clear at the beginning that the woman (Anna Kate) was going to stay in Wicklow, that the family mystery would be solved, that everyone would life happily ever after, and even Natalie would find her way.
What was nice to read about was Anna Kate's love of the little cafe, her garden, and the surrounding mountain woods. She talked to her zucchini plant. She baked sumptuous pies, she used mulberry syrup in the pies from her trees, she listened to the blackbirds sing at midnight, she believed in the dreams that people had when they ate her pie. It's slightly mystical and fun and slightly entertaining. It was so predictable, though, that it got a little frustrating. It's going into the give-away pile that is growing by our front door.
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