Love Falls, Paperback
3 out of 5 (2 ratings)


It is July, three months after Lara's seventeenth birthday, and a week before Charles and Diana's Royal Wedding.

When Lara's father, a man she barely knows, invites her to accompany him on holiday, she finds herself far away from the fumes of London's Holloway Road in the sun-scorched hillsides of Tuscany.

There she meets the Willoughby family, rife with illicit alliances and vendettas.

The more embroiled Lara becomes with them, and with the carelessly beautiful Kip, the more consumed she is with doubt, curiosity and dread. And so begins her intoxicating, troubled journey into self discovery and across the very fine line between childhood and what lies beyond.




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I liked the main female character, as she is the same age that I was in 1981. None of us used protection in the sun then. I fell asleep in the garden on the day of the royal wedding and burned my eyelids.However, could not be bothered with the cliched aristos strand. Not that they were portrayed as likeable anyway, felt a bit hackneyed and same old, same old.

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If style were the only judgement on this book it would achieve five stars. It is written with such careful observation and subtlety that it is impossible not to admire the author and the beautiful, engaging, perfectly measured opening pages.Yet the novel soon begins to flounder. This is primarily because of its characters. The main character, Lara, falls under the spell (and is intimidated by) a party of idle rich who are universally obnoxious. Yet she remains passive, a doormat, so when more serious events occur it begins to feel difficult to care. Meanwhile the plot is achingly slow, giving just enough time to feel that Lara might have been better off making a rite of passage by taking a molotov cocktail to her unpleasant neighbours rather than indulging in the introspection and self-doubt which become her characteristics.If you read it, do so for the style, not the substance.

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