when I read this novel, but words like "riveting" when applied to this book shock me deeply! Poor Henry! Moved by his father's death and his dissatisfaction with his life, he tries to retrieve the one shot at happiness he let pass him by twenty years ago. What a quest! Arriving in Warbling, he is confronted with as unappealing a cast of characters as ever you could meet. Peter and Tim appear to be the only human beings in town, and you gotta wonder about the Wendy house. Otherwise, the population is made up of dreary, self-pitying fellows and gals dragging their shawls about in the mist, up and down the shingle, and out the pier.
As for our incarcerated martyr, give me a break. Some people are just too good for their own (and anyone else's) good.
Henry's father was the most attractive character in the book. And we know what happened to him.
P.S. Three stars instead of two are for Frances Fyfield in general!