Waffling between the roaring 20s and 1999, this book tackled very interesting characters in one of the most significant periods in history. 1920s: Life was just going on after The Great War, women working, classes merging, new inventions emerging, the period of uneasy peace in between wars and preceding the Great Depression of the 30s.... and 1999 was when the world was on the cusp of a new millennium. I loved "The Forgotten Garden", and the fairy tales interspersed throughout the book so I was hoping we'd get to read one of R.S Hunter's poems if only to get a glimpse of his mind. Kate Morton doesn't seem to like her male characters very much, they always are either side characters, never really delved into. Shame really, because if R.S Hunter's poems were anything like Wilfred Owen (another war poet from the Great War), it would have added more flavour to the book.
Hannah Hartford, one of the main characters in the book, really reminded me of Henrik Ibsen's Hedda Gabler - stuck in the confines of old thinking, wanting to break out and be free, full of ideals but discovering ideals aren't reality in the end. Grace, who serves the Hartfords from 1914-1925, sees all as a servant coached to be in the background, never to be noticed, is our narrator. Her purpose is to narrate and narrate she does, but there is a certain disconnect between her and the reader. I was never as interested in her story as I was in Hannah's and the Hartfords, and while there are perfunctory glimpses given to her back story, her as a character didn't seem fully fleshed out.
The opening lines are a homage to Daphne Du Maurier's Rebecca and takes on the same themes of Gothic, mystery, crime and romance. Secrets are the main theme of the book, birth secrets, secrets characters keep from each other, all coming together just in time for The Big Reveal. Morton always does The Big Reveal very satisfyingly, the only problem I had with this book was that it was too long at times. Descriptive prose is pretty but if it doesn't add anything to the book, it merely serves as decoration.