Behold. An "oldie but goodie" from Rosamunde Pilcher... Snow in April. Delicious setting, wonderful characters, such a nice wrap-up at the end. Lovely.
It was perfect to finish reading this a couple of days ago, while I rode alone in the back seat of a car driven by The Progeny. Perfect for him because I kept quiet, perfect for me because I remained [mostly] calm.
I think of Ms. Pilcher as one of the big names in quality women's fiction. Who are your favorite authors in this genre?