The Winter Sea – Susanna Kearsley

Publisher’s Summary:
“In the spring of 1708, an invading Jacobite fleet of French and Scottish soldiers nearly succeeded in landing the exiled James Stewart in Scotland to reclaim his crown.

Now, Carrie McClelland hopes to turn that story into her next bestselling novel. Settling herself in the shadow of Slains Castle, she creates a heroine named for one of her own ancestors and starts to write.

But when she discovers her novel is more fact than fiction, Carrie wonders if she might be dealing with ancestral memory, making her the only living person who knows the truth-the ultimate betrayal-that happened all those years ago, and that knowledge comes very close to destroying her…”

I finished The Winter Sea weeks ago. Each day since has borne the touch of my enjoyment of the story, be it a scene unraveling in my mind, or my hands reaching for the book once more so that I might wrap myself up in bits of dialogue or description. For having immensely enjoyed, revisited, and thought about The Winter Sea, you might imagine writing about it would come easily. If only that were true.

There is a reason why, looking at this not-quite blank post template, I hardly know how to continue: I’m trying to view a story that swept me off my feet analytically. I’ve been attempting to approach this review as if the story was a wall I needed to break apart, explaining the strength of each brick as it comes down. Impossible. For the length of time you spend reading The Winter Sea, it is all encompassing.

Rather than try to force it, I’ll simply add my recommendation to Angie’s (her review captures the essence of all that is wonderful about The Winter Sea), and urge you to seek out a copy so you might see for yourself.

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