Barbara Ashford
Completed 4/21/2015, Reviewed 4/22/2015
3 stars
This book took me by surprise. It started out slow, almost tedious. Bah, I thought, this is nothing but a typical
romance novel with a little magic thrown in.
A woman gets fired from her job, ends up doing summer stock in Vermont,
falls for the mysterious brooding director who’s hiding some magical secret,
and it ends happily ever after.
Humbug! Then about a hundred
pages in, something happened, and I was completely hooked.

The whole premise of a magical theater company was quite fun
too. Ashford must have acted before,
because her descriptions of the acting experience, during rehearsals and the
performances, are quite exquisite. I
found myself really feeling part Maggie’s experience on the stage. I’m sure it tugged at the acting seeds that
were planted when I did a couple of high school musicals. These sections are perhaps the best written
parts of the book.
The hardest thing to get past was the trope of the dark,
brooding director. Actually, he’s quite
pale, but “dark, brooding” sounds better.
Rowan has something magical about him, but is aloof and intense. And of course, there’s some deep hidden
secret that keeps him from allowing himself to get too involved with
Maggie. There were times all I could see
was the cover model of a Harlequin romance at the grocery store, pining. And the whole get too close, stay too distant
thing got a little annoying at times.
But the payoff in the end was pretty satisfying.
The sex, well, it’s a tad disturbing. I’ll leave it at that because it’s too much
of a spoiler to pursue here. I’m not a
prude, but Geez Louise!
This book is no classic, but it’s really fun. I was surprised at how much I enjoyed it and
was satisfied by the ending. I don’t know
if I’ll read the sequel. At least
there’s only one so far. I give this
book three stars out of five. For my
loyal readers, you know this means it’s good, and worth a read. It’s the kind of fluff that’s great to read
between heavier books like Tolkien’s posthumous works and Dune, or during the
summer at the beach down the shore, which is where my mother read all her
romance novels.
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