I thought this book would never end, particularly when reading the chapters devoted to the "lost journal" from the 1860s. I guess Karon invented this device to pique interest in some of the mysteries going on at the inn where Fr. Tim and Cynthia were staying, but, in my opinion, it fell flat. I half expected Miss Jane Marple to show up for dinner. Maybe she should have, to add some sparkle to this depressing read, if nothing else. I'm hoping Karon's next book will be an improvement over this one.