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Oliver Dobbs is a writer first, and a man second. To him other people are tools. Even though he has broken Victoria Bradshaw's heart once, when he arrives on her doorstep with a two-year-old son, she finds she cannot refuse him. The three of them set out for a castle in Scotland. There, Victoria meets the new laird and finds her crushed spirit awakening. Copyright © Libri GmbH. All rights reserved.
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When you read a novel by Rosamunde Pilcher you enter a special world where emotions sing from the heart. A world that lovingly captures the ties that bind us to one another-the joys and sorrows, heartbreaks and misunderstandings, and glad, perfect moments when we are in true harmony. A world filled with evocative, engrossing, and above all, enjoyable portraits of people's lives and loves, tenderly laid open for us...
Oliver Dobbs was a writer first, and a man second. To him other people were tools. Even though he had broken Victoria Bradshaw's heart once, when he arrived on her doorstep with a two-year-old son, she found she could not refuse him, and the three of them set out for a castle in Scotland. There, Victoria meets the new laird and finds her crushed spirit awakening.
Author Notes
Rosamunde Pilcher was born Rosamunde Scott on September 22, 1924 in Lelant, Cornwall, England. When World War II broke out, she left school and went to work for the Foreign Office. In 1944, she joined the Women's Royal Naval Service and was stationed in Ceylon when the war ended. Her first short story was published while she was serving in Ceylon. She married Graham Pilcher in 1946.
Her first novel, Half-Way to the Moon, was published in 1949 under the penname Jane Fraser. She continued writing books under that penname into the early 1960s, but in 1955 she also published her first book under her own name entitled A Secret to Tell. Her best-known novel, The Shell Seekers, was published in 1987. Her other novels included Sleeping Tiger, The End of the Summer, Wild Mountain Thyme, Voices in Summer, September, Coming Home, and Winter Solstice. She also wrote short stories. She died after a short illness on February 6, 2019 at the age of 94.
(Bowker Author Biography)
Rosamunde Pilcher was born Rosamunde Scott on September 22, 1924 in Lelant, Cornwall, England. When World War II broke out, she left school and went to work for the Foreign Office. In 1944, she joined the Women's Royal Naval Service and was stationed in Ceylon when the war ended. Her first short story was published while she was serving in Ceylon. She married Graham Pilcher in 1946.
Her first novel, Half-Way to the Moon, was published in 1949 under the penname Jane Fraser. She continued writing books under that penname into the early 1960s, but in 1955 she also published her first book under her own name entitled A Secret to Tell. Her best-known novel, The Shell Seekers, was published in 1987. Her other novels included Sleeping Tiger, The End of the Summer, Wild Mountain Thyme, Voices in Summer, September, Coming Home, and Winter Solstice. She also wrote short stories. She died after a short illness on February 6, 2019 at the age of 94.
(Bowker Author Biography)
Reviews (2)
Kirkus Review
Pilcher demonstrates just what can be done with a mini-romance when fueled by coincidence and happy accident; she idles this with such affectionate involvement in personages and scenery that you're shamelessly delighted when everything sorts out nicely in the end. The folderol begins as Oliver, a British angry-young-playwright, kidnaps his motherless two-year-old son Tommy, rescuing him from the maternal grandparents, and from what Oliver sees as a future ""slotted, labeled, trapped on the conveyor belt of meaningless tradition."" Saddled with the tot, passion spent a bit, Oliver barges in on nice Victoria--in whom he'd had a typically brief interest three years before. He bullies her into a trip to visit Roddy, a middle-aged bachelor author whose brother is the laird of a Highland preserve. After an idyllic oh-and-ah trip through mighty peaks and valleys, the three arrive just after the lalrd's funeral. Roddy is charming and kind--in fact everyone is, except Oliver (who is working on a new play). Then who should show up but Roddy's nephew John, an international banker whom Victoria had met in London. . . oh well. You'll hope, as Oliver becomes increasingly impossible, that Victoria and good responsible John will pair off, and that all will be well for dear Tommy. They do and it is. In the meantime there are keen glimpses of loch and moor and grand old house. There are also sly digs at Oliver's craft, as lousy dialogue comes aborning in his soul. And there's blessedly no Highland dialect--which can curdle pudding. Feather light--and it flies. Copyright ©Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.
Kirkus Review
Pilcher demonstrates just what can be done with a mini-romance when fueled by coincidence and happy accident; she idles this with such affectionate involvement in personages and scenery that you're shamelessly delighted when everything sorts out nicely in the end. The folderol begins as Oliver, a British angry-young-playwright, kidnaps his motherless two-year-old son Tommy, rescuing him from the maternal grandparents, and from what Oliver sees as a future ""slotted, labeled, trapped on the conveyor belt of meaningless tradition."" Saddled with the tot, passion spent a bit, Oliver barges in on nice Victoria--in whom he'd had a typically brief interest three years before. He bullies her into a trip to visit Roddy, a middle-aged bachelor author whose brother is the laird of a Highland preserve. After an idyllic oh-and-ah trip through mighty peaks and valleys, the three arrive just after the lalrd's funeral. Roddy is charming and kind--in fact everyone is, except Oliver (who is working on a new play). Then who should show up but Roddy's nephew John, an international banker whom Victoria had met in London. . . oh well. You'll hope, as Oliver becomes increasingly impossible, that Victoria and good responsible John will pair off, and that all will be well for dear Tommy. They do and it is. In the meantime there are keen glimpses of loch and moor and grand old house. There are also sly digs at Oliver's craft, as lousy dialogue comes aborning in his soul. And there's blessedly no Highland dialect--which can curdle pudding. Feather light--and it flies. Copyright ©Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.