When I saw this book at a reduced price, I thought I had caught a major score. In hindsight I should have known that books are reduced mostly because they don’t sell. I started to read it, and my disappointment was infinite. The book bored me. In fact, it bored me so much I wanted to stop reading it (and I always finish books)
The book is set primarily in England, and that took me ages to find out. I usually expect writers to fully describe scenes, characters, settings and whatnot. This did not happen. I was sorely disappointed in both the male and female lead. Laura Horsley is the kind of girl everyone wants to slap. Armed with a degree in literature, she faces unemployment when the bookshop she works in closes down. She miraculously gets a job as the main organizer for a literary event when she accidentally makes it sounds likes she knows the reclusive Irish writer Dermot Flynn. She is ordered to Ireland to try and convince him to join their festivities, and her infatuation leads to full blown romance when she meets him for the first time
This may seem harsh, but I really felt like the book had so much more potential. I couldn’t find any reason why the book had been named Love Letters – there was no mention of it! Feminists across the world probably felt outraged if they ever read it. Laura has this 1850’s approach to love and men, and I really think a writer of this millennium can do more with the lead character.
Another irritating thing was the writer’s continuous references to bad books. That seemed rich. I probably would have reacted more kindly to the storyline if I didn’t find all the comments about bad editing, bad writing and snobbery about other people’s work.
I might mention that this book could be fun to other readers. It has some nice moments, and with a little “editing” the writer could have enormous success as a romance novelist.