The Clockmaker’s Daughter: Kate Morton

Morton took the bones of a decent story, spread it across a century of time, threw it in a triple-lined lead box, mixed it with pocket lint, dustballs, pretty shells, shiny stones and pleasingly-shaped pine cones, put it in a paint mixer, then buried it so deep that it’s hard to dig out.

Otherwise, not a bad story.

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