
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
This is Cassandra Mortmain’s diary, where for one summer she writes down the drama of family life and first love. Living in a crumbling castle in the 1930s, this book truly captures the essence of being a seventeen year old.
As I read this book, I swear I could smell the scent of the British summer. As I turned the pages, I was sure I could smell meadowsweet and fresh strawberries and cream. This was a beautiful book; however, I thought it missed a little ‘spark’ of something.
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