Wild Mountain Thyme
When you read a novel by Rosamunde Pilcher you enter a special world where emotions sing from the heart. A world that lovingly captures the ties that bind us to one another-the joys and sorrows, heartbreaks and misunderstandings, and glad, perfect moments when we are in true harmony. A world... show more
When you read a novel by Rosamunde Pilcher you enter a special world where emotions sing from the heart. A world that lovingly captures the ties that bind us to one another-the joys and sorrows, heartbreaks and misunderstandings, and glad, perfect moments when we are in true harmony. A world filled with evocative, engrossing, and above all, enjoyable portraits of people's lives and loves, tenderly laid open for us...Oliver Dobbs was a writer first, and a man second. To him other people were tools. Even though he had broken Victoria Bradshaw's heart once, when he arrived on her doorstep with a two-year-old son, she found she could not refuse him, and the three of them set out for a castle in Scotland. There, Victoria meets the new laird and finds her crushed spirit awakening.
Format: mass market paperback
Publish date: November 15th 1996
Publisher: St. Martin's Paperbacks
Pages no: 294
Edition language: English
, European Literature
, British Literature
, Contemporary Romance
, Womens Fiction
, Chick Lit
My second Rosamunde Pilcher book. Wild Mountain Thyme was better than Snow In April but not by much. The story was a little less boring. Victoria's old boyfriend, Oliver, unexpectedly shows up on her doorstep with a kid. Victoria still harbors some feelings for him so she agrees to go along with ...
Unlike most of Rosamunde Pilcher's short novels, this one didn't leave me feeling the ending was unsatisfactory. For once all the threads were actually neatly tied together, without seeming rushed. It still doesn't live up to her longer novels (like "Coming Home" and "Winter Solstice"), and is defin...
I read this as an abridged audiobook and though the writing was very lyrical the heroine started out as a spineless ninny easily wooed with pretty words and heated glances. I found myself screaming at thin air "don't fall for it!" "don't do it" but, darn, she went and gave up her life for a bearded,...