Stormy Petrel, Paperback
3 out of 5 (1 rating)


When Rose Fenemore takes a much-needed holiday to an isolated cottage on the Scottish island of Moila she doesn't expect much in the way of adventure - just a few quiet weeks of writing, walking and bird-watching. And then, late one night during a wild storm, two young men appear in her doorway, seeking shelter from the wind and rain. Neither man is quite who he claims, and the question of who to trust will put Rose in grave peril...ll at once I realised that the sky was full of movement, small shadowy shapes skimming low over the ground, swarming between the broch and the sea.

The stormy petrels. The fragile, tiny black birds, nocturnal and solitary, that come ashore to nest but spend most of the lives flying close above the sea-waves, come storm or shine. Mary Stewart's beloved novel of romance, intrigue and the natural world, set on a beautiful isolated Hebridean island and featuring incredible descriptions of the beautiful, shy bird we call the stormy petrel, a metaphor for the heroine's inner turmoil...




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As with most of Mary Stewart's work (the Arthurian books so far being the only ones I'll except from this), this is light, easy, fairly predictable, and very comfortable. I read it in the bath, and didn't give one thought to how icky my surgical incisions would be looking afterwards, so I'm not saying that's a bad thing: I read it in one go, I enjoyed it, I smiled, and though I won't remember the details in a year's time, I'll remember a cosy sort of experience with cottages and a brainy, brave, but sensible heroine.<br/><br/>I would've almost preferred a twist at the end, for the reveal to be reversed, because a) it would've been harder to predict and b) I could see the whole course of where it could've gone from the moment one of the two men arrived on the scene. Mind you, then it would've been more like The Moonspinners, I suppose.<br/><br/>And hey, at least this time she didn't marry her cousin.

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