Have you ever had one of those moments where you look at a parent, somebody about whom you think you know everything there is to know, and realize that you don’t know them at all? Or heard one too many cliched stories that made you shake your head or roll your eyes at the sheer predictability of modern human nature?
I cud say just one line and end the review right here. Kate Morton’s The Distant Hours is easily one of the most brilliant stories I have ever read; a story about all of the above and the layers underneath. Continue reading “The Distant Hours”