A nice, emotional driven story. Jumping back and forth between past and present, we learn & understand why Kate ran away to New York from London in the first place. Despite the book's title, it was hard to really pinpoint who 'the love of her life' would be, until half way through. The story, to ...
The Love of Her Life by Harriet Evans is a rip roaring good brittish novel. I loved the main character Kate's constant indecisiveness, wishy washy emotions. At some points I just wanted to scream, "Go back to London you ninny! Quit your damn running off to New York, girl...and head back into the ...
The first thing to say is the cover of this book totally threw me, I was expecting the usual chick lit girl meets boy story, what I got was so much more.The beginning felt very Poirotesque, the main characters introduced to us in a rambling beach house in Cornwall at a funeral with talk of a myst...
I hate the title of this book. I understand why, but it shields a brilliant story well written. The characters were great, story line spot on. It was interesting and kept up the pace all the way to the end.I really liked the description of the disintegration of a marriage. It felt pretty realisti...
This is the first book I have read by Harriet Evans and it was not until I had finished it that I realised that it was a sequel of A hopeless romantic. This I don't think matters, it can be read as a short stand alone story. The story is chaptered in rules, although they are rules it reads as a g...
From the bestselling author of Going Home, which Sophie Kinsella hailed as “fabulous,” comes a novel sure to touch and delight anyone who believes in love.Laura Foster is a hopeless romantic. Her friends know it, her parents know it—even Laura acknowledges she lives either with her head in the cl...
After our second meeting, I found myself wondering if it’d be as long again. I hoped not. In fact, it was three weeks later that he showed up on set, just as he’d promised. The studio lot was in Burbank, the other side of the hills from the city. I liked the drive there in the early morning, befo...
There was even the same poster up in the kitchen, a yellowing Health and Safety notice about what to do if someone was choking. Underneath it, someone had written Leave Them Alone. They’re Probably Bulimic. Kate had never known if they were serious or not. She still didn’t. The layouts for Sue’s ...
If I just carry on maybe she’ll stay asleep. I don’t think it’s sleep like adults sleep. It’s a furious pause. Fists screwed up. Angry nasty little face wrinkled. Horrible bent knees and long feet curled against the cradle in these nappies I can’t get right. The pin is blunt and I keep forcing it...
Sam said doubtfully, as Elle stared in the tiny mirror of the Ladies’ bathroom. “I hate it,” Elle said dramatically. “I don’t know why I had it done. I look like a brassy whore,” she said, running a strand of hair through her fingers. “My hair was fine before. Now it’s insane. Look at it.” “It’s ...
The diamond-shaped leading in the windows cast distorted patterns on the floorboards. I shut my eyes again. I felt as if I had been hit over the head with a hammer, made to run a marathon, then put forward for eyelid testing, which involved my eyelids being puffed-up with a syringe to nine times ...
To her question, ‘Shouldn’t we be going in there—where the tea is?’ Miss Store had looked scornfully at the parlour at the back of the courtyard, with a sign on it which read, ‘Private Function—Tea’ and said, ‘Goodness gracious, no. We want to be in the bar.’ She was right, too. Everyone else in ...