Off I go to the next book that must be read.but, I do thank the spirits of the library for plopping this one, unsought, into my hands. Still, the sweetness of the book, coupled with the memories that keep playing in my mind, are entirely sufficient to make this a very pleasant interlude. Lucy Muir insists on moving into the very cheap Gull Cottage in the quaint seaside village of Whitecliff. At moments like these I wish I had the ability to stream movies so that I could run out somewhere and find this one. It was serendipity and oddly enough, I could spot every point at which the movie differed from the book (and I last saw that movie over 35 years ago). It was exactly the break I needed, having just read several mammoth and weighty books. It is a lovely little book, more a novella than a novel. While browsing library shelves this week, what should that young girl, turned older lady, come across but the book from which that lovely movie sprang. In a land far, far away, there was once a young girl who saw a delightful movie with Rex Harrison and Gene Tierney, that stole her heart and peeked her imagination and set some fairly unrealistic ideas of what love is or at least can be.
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