Kate Morton is my literary Nigella, she may not give me vast swathes of intellectual debate, but she is a complete comfort. Reading a Kate Morton book is the equivalent of snuggling under a duvet with a cup of tea on a rainy winter’s day.
I’m not sure any new book will affect me in the same way as The Forgotten Garden or The House at Riverton – however, The Lake House is a strong return to form.
‘Living on her family’s idyllic lakeside estate in Cornwall, England, Alice Edevane is a bright, inquisitive, innocent, and precociously talented sixteen-year-old who loves to write stories. But the mysteries she pens are no match for the one her family is about to endure…’ GoodReads.
When Alice Edevane is sixteen years old her baby brother Theo disappears, The Lake House follows the story of the Edevane women as seventy years later the mystery is finally solved.
You read enough Morton novels and certain outcomes become predictable, in a way that I would probably feel upset if they didn’t match my expectations. If you are after a mystery The Lake House will satisfy, but more elements will be guessed than confound. This didn’t bother me, nor should you let it bother you. Morton embeds an emotion into the novel that carried the mystery. Whether it be the circumstances of a character’s life or the way characters feel for one another (good and bad). I have never finished one of her novels without weeping.
There are many characters in this novel, more than in previous novels. In parts, this leaves certain characters with a distinct lack of depth – created purely to propel the story. Luckily, this does not distract from enjoyment, what is lost in development is made up for in feeling. Even with the least mentioned of characters you care, not just about what they are hiding but how they are feeling.