Typical Joanne Harris characters and plot where headstrong woman meets romantic drifter. Once again the writing is very powerful and atmospheric. I could hear and taste the sea.
It's the beachcomber's maxim. I said it aloud, as if in reply to an unspoken accusation. After all, it wasn't as if I were planning to stay. I had paid a month's rent in advance for the flat; what little I owned remained just as I had left it, suspended, awaiting my return. But for now the fantasy was too beguiling to ignore: Les Salants, unchanged, welcoming, and my father...
I began to run, clumsily, across the broken road towards the houses; towards home.