It’s a nice read/listen, light and intriguing for anyone in the mood for a little escape from the disappointments that have been abounding.
Lilly Kaiser had come to terms with her solitary, uncomplicated life after becoming a young widow. So when a stranger delivers an old violin to her Berlin antiques shop and tells Lilly it belongs to her, she’s completely bewildered. Why should she be the one to inherit such an exquisite instrument?
Together with her best friend, Ellen, and handsome musicologist Gabriel Thornton, Lilly sets out to explore the violin’s legacy. From England to Italy to Indonesia, she follows its winding trail. Along the way, she learns of Rose Gallway, a beautiful woman of English and Sumatran descent who lived among Sumatra’s lush gardens more than a hundred years earlier. A celebrated and sought-after musician, Rose once owned Lilly’s violin and regularly played concerts for Sumatra’s colonial elite—until, one day, she simply disappeared.
As Lilly unravels the mystery behind Rose’s story—and uncovers other unexpected secrets—she’ll come to see her own life in an entirely new light. And as each shared discovery brings her closer to Gabriel, her heart might finally break its long-held silence.
Funny enough, the only problems with the book are also reasons why I liked it. Lily Kaiser’s journey is a little too convenient throughout the book but that can be just perfect sometimes. It can be exactly what I need to read or listen in order to balance out the pressure of the world.
So, yes, the book is a little too neat. The story a little too beautiful and coincidental and works a little too well, but I didn’t mind it at all. Mostly because it was also written incredibly well. It moves between times, giving insight into Rose Gallway’s life that Lily doesn’t readily have and let’s the reader piece some of it together on our own. I do enjoy that. And then the author lays it all out and it’s just perfect. A little too perfect, like in one of those rom-coms that we watch to feel good but that we all know aren’t the way the world works.
I really loved that about it. It’s going to be one of my comfort books, to peruse when I’m down, maybe listen to when I wanna revel in new beginnings, like the mood I re-watch Stardust in. If you’ve read a few too many mysteries lately, or too many books that ripped your heart out (like I have recently), than this is the perfect book to recover with. It’s comforting and sweet and romantic and doesn’t take itself too seriously. But it’s not the book for that serious deep read. Don’t expect it to be.