Much like Rosamund Pilcher, Jane Green is one of my go-to authors when I’m in need of a hug of a book; the kind that wraps you in a metaphorical blanket and leaves you thinking all is right with the world once more. And while much of Rosamund Pilcher’s back catalogue is set against rugged Cornish coastlines or a London of old, Jane Green is known for her Stateside suburban tales set in Nantucket – a tiny island off Cape Cod with dune-backed beaches and cedar-shingled buildings – and Connecticut; places that embody the white-picket fence American dream.
Falling was no exception. As soon as I began reading it I was transported to to a slice of small town idyll in the States, a world away from the stresses and strains I was dealing with at the time. We meet Emma Montague; the tale’s protagonist and a former banker, having left the confines of upper-crust British life for New York, she is now tired of the rat-race and in search of a quieter way of life. And so she heads for the picturesque waterfront town of Westport, Connecticut to recharge, refresh and work out what she really wants from life. There she rents a rickety cottage from local handyman Dominic – and the two quickly fall into a relationship. Fate, however, has other plans for them both and in amongst the balmy summer nights and beach walks an unexpected twist takes place, forcing Emma to reassess life as she knows it and decide precisely where her priorities lay.
A charming tale of changing seasons and how love can be found in the most unexpected of places, Falling is another fabulous read from one of the most talented storytellers in town.