Meet Me at Wisteria Cottage
by Teresa F. Morgan
Sometimes you’re just in the mood for a beach read, even when it isn’t summertime. Meet Me at Wisteria Cottage is the quintessential spring beach read. It’s incredibly fluffy and incredibly girly, but sometimes that’s just what the Book Doctor ordered. Written with cute British slang and a first-person narrator who cares even more about her fashion sense than her personal safety, I’m not sure if I’ve ever read a more classic “chic lit” novel.
After the heroine experiences a house fire she didn’t start, she’s forced to vacate her home until the insurance, police, and redecorators are finished. As luck would have it, a hunky ex-fireman has just moved in next door, and he offers to put her up in his guest room. There are so many flaws in this story, it would make your head spin if you really thought about it, so my advice is not to think about it. Just enjoy the fluff. Through all her stress, she manages to juggle a romance, painting in her little studio, solving the mystery of the arsonist, and housesitting a cottage that’s not finished being built. She knows when to splurge and buy herself new clothes, and when to play hooky from work. She may be a little too trusting (like accepting letting the ogling construction worker help adjust her mattress), but the way Teresa F. Morgan writes, it’s as if you’re having a conversation with a girlfriend. The dialogue and internal monologues are sometimes word-for-word what me and my girlfriends have talked about!
After the heroine experiences a house fire she didn’t start, she’s forced to vacate her home until the insurance, police, and redecorators are finished. As luck would have it, a hunky ex-fireman has just moved in next door, and he offers to put her up in his guest room. There are so many flaws in this story, it would make your head spin if you really thought about it, so my advice is not to think about it. Just enjoy the fluff. Through all her stress, she manages to juggle a romance, painting in her little studio, solving the mystery of the arsonist, and housesitting a cottage that’s not finished being built. She knows when to splurge and buy herself new clothes, and when to play hooky from work. She may be a little too trusting (like accepting letting the ogling construction worker help adjust her mattress), but the way Teresa F. Morgan writes, it’s as if you’re having a conversation with a girlfriend. The dialogue and internal monologues are sometimes word-for-word what me and my girlfriends have talked about!