Like Morton’s other books, this is a big, delicious, old-fashioned novel that was perfect to read on a lazy day after Christmas. Like her previous two, The House at Riverton and The Forgotten Garden, the story is big and sprawling, with so many little mysteries and subplots that you’d think she’d drop the ball and make a mess of things, but she actually manages to pull it all together at the end in a way that’s both satisfying and not-too-perfect. Just the thing if you want to throw yourself into the type of gothic story where you can guess at a few twists and be pleasantly surprised by a few others. The feel of the book is very much like the other two, but the plot and characters just different enough to make it fresh and fun. I’m definitely looking forward to whatever she writes next.