I thought I knew what I was getting into when I started Lawana Blackwell’s The Widow of Larkspur, you know one main story focus, but nope! And it very well could have turned into a book disaster, but that wasn’t the case. When it first started I was weary, but I kept reading because unless you are Moby Dick, I will finish the book.
Then, and I’m not sure when it happened, all of the sudden I was totally immersed in the town of Gresham. Of course I wanted to know about Julia, but what about Fiona? Julia’s kids?? And Mr. Clay???? What happens with Mr. Clay??????????? Then there was the Vicar people. The.Vicar.
Told from different points of view, you couldn’t help but get attached to each narrator/character! From the adults to the children, y’all they all grew on me like they were really my friends. Such a great story!
When Life Seemed Its Worst, Gresham Awaited
Julia Hollis’ opulent life in Victorian London crashes to pieces when her husband passes away. Worse, she is told by his bankers that he gambled away their fortune. Now, the family’s hope rests on The Larkspur, an old abandoned coaching inn in the quaint village of Gresham.
Driven by dread and her desire to provide for her children, Julia decides to turn the dilapidated inn into a lodging house. But can she–who was accustomed to servants attending to every need–do what needs to be done and cope when boarders begin arriving? And then an eligible new vicar moves into town….