“It started with a letter. A letter that had been lost a long time, waiting out half a century in a forgotten postal bag in the dim attic of a nondescript house in Bermondsey.”
Okay. How can you not be immediately drawn into a book that begins like this? It gets better: the letter was written in 1941, in a castle, and was send to a girl who had spent time there as an evacuee from London during World War II. The narrator discovers that her mother is that evacuated child and this all leads to an amazing mystery involving a famous writer, his three daughters, and the disappearance of two men.
Having read three Kate Morton novels, all enjoyable, I can definitely say this is my favorite. I’m sure it’s merely for content. This is the kind of stuff that blows my skirt up. History, intrigue and a love story to boot. Not that Morton is really that into history. Nor is this a great work of literature. I would describe The Distant Hours as the kind of book you read in front of your fireplace while wrapped in a warm blanket, with absolutely no interruptions for a few hours at a time. It’s a real page-turner and highly entertaining.
3 1/2 stars (out of 5)
Published in 2010