This book has just arrived. I had a quick look at it. It made me laugh, for all the wrong reasons.
The publicity blurb says it's about Emma, who "lives alone in a big farmhouse with her animals for company: she talks to her chickens, cuddles up to her beloved pigs in the sty and caresses her cows."
One night, it goes on to explain, she is woken by a crash. "In her field, she finds a wrecked Ferrari and in it, an unconscious man - with an enormous amount of cash."
Is it me, or does this sound like it could have been written by an 11-year-old?
There again, what do I know? My books have hardly troubled JK Rowling for a spot on the bestseller list!
If anyone fancies it, shout, and it'll be in the post quicker than you can say: Trees were cut down for this!
In my opinion, books about rural life have gone down hill since Cold Comfort Farm nailed the coffin shut on rural pot boilers. (The Archers excepted)