Heidi is a young widow who is having a lot of trouble getting back to normal after her husband’s death in an accident. Her 8-year-old son Abbott is having a rough time, too, and appears to be developing an obsessive compulsive disorder.
So, as the title says, you’re thinking these brokenhearted people are going to Provence and they are going to get better. And they do, of course. The book is predictable enough in that way.
But I stayed hooked, even during one too many weepy romantic reminiscences of the dead husband, Henry. He and his marriage to Heidi sound just too good to be true. And Heidi needs to get a grip, which is what her mother and sister keep telling her.
They finally decide that when the family’s small house in southern France is damaged in a fire, Heidi will have to visit the house and get started on repairs -– of both the house and her heart.
It’s convenient that the next door neighbor in France has two sons whom Heidi played with as a child on visits there. And guess what? The boys are handsome men now. Think one of them will hook up with Heidi?
So, as I said above, it’s predictable, but I kept reading. It’s well-written and has fleshed-out, interesting characters. It’s a good romance, with lots of pretty France scenes and French food thrown in.
This book will keep you turning pages on a vacation or a cold winter’s night. I’d recommend it.