I've always enjoyed Juliet Blackwell's cozy mysteries, so once she started writing these stand-alone, general contemporary fiction stories, all set in France, I've made sure to pick them up.
I'm not sure this is going to be helpful to anyone but myself, but - and maybe because I don't read a lot of general fiction - I find these stories kind of weird. Apparently, I'm a little genre-dependent because I'm never sure what the point of the story is. I mean, I do; personal journeys, growth, blah, blah, blah, but I'm hard-wired to look for dead bodies, I guess. Plus, the author uses multiple timelines and POVs in the France books, a device that generally drives me nuts.
That's not to say I didn't enjoy the story though; I did. Blackwell captures France and I enjoyed the 'mystery' behind the carousel figure and the box inside. I might have liked the secondary characters more than the main character, Cady, but chalk that up to personal tastes, as in, mine don't run towards broken characters.
As in the previous 2 stand-alones set in France, the romance is iffy, if non-existent. This is a good thing; if Blackwell has a weakness, it's writing romance with any sexual spark (except the Witchcraft series, where the romance was very sparky). There is a love interest here, and characters are getting lucky, but it's mostly an afterthought, with only an implied possibility of a HEA.
So, after all that rambling, I'll just say: it's a good book. It's a quiet, well-built, interesting story that I enjoyed escaping into for a few hours on a sunny Sunday afternoon.
(I feel weird not assigning this to a bingo square.)