Rating: 4 Stars Very Good
Source: Free copy from Olympia in exchange for a review. All reviews expressed are from my own opinion.
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Previous books written by Morewenna J. Holman:
The time period is early 19th century, in the village of Rainharrow, in the moorland of northern England.
Edwin Grimstone, and his wife Kitty, eke out a living in the desolate landscape of the moorland. Their neighbor is the beautiful Cathy Hanshaw, and her grandmother. Edwin and Cathy are having an affair. Cathy thinks no one else is aware of their relationship. She has no idea what life at home for Edwin's wife is like. Edwin and Cathy's affair is as moody as the weather. Cathy moves to London hoping to escape Edwin, but she is drawn back to Rainharrow and Edwin.
The author states she is a spirit writer. I had read and reviewed a previous book of Holman's, Westerdale. I'd forgotten about the "spirit guide" and agreed to review Rainharrow.
Rainharrow, is not a love story. It is a story of obsession. It is also a story of abuse and brutality. It is a story of two people who are more alike in temperament than they are unalike, their possession of each other goes way-way-way beyond a healthy loving relationship. It is a study of two people who need medical help and medication.
Cathy's grandmother is one of the few rational people in the book. I felt sorry for her as she had to be distraught over the circumstance Cathy had become entwined in.
What I loved about the story is the descriptive scenery. The wild moors are reflective and symbolic of the two people who are wild in their emotions.
I had stated in the previous review of Westerdale, it was a great character study. Rainharrow is also a great character study. This is not a book for a reader who wants to read a gentle, sweet-tempered, love story. It is reminiscent of Wuthering Heights. I'm a fan of Wuthering Heights. But, elements that are dark, dramatic, and explosive, in emotions can become tiresome, and by the end of Rainharrow I was exhausted.
From the opening page:
"Rainharrow. A cluster of even-toned grey cottages faced by a single twist of stone track and surrounded by the high, remote scenery of mile upon mile of moorland. Dark, frantic moorland-wild, barren and tangled, where no blade of grass broke in verdure the uncomplicated browns of the stiff heather plants....Time would come that saw the moorland held daily in the grip of hoar frosts; numerous days when the sun did not yield its power to break the silence of the ice which remained from daybreak to sunset, firmly petrifying the fronds in frozen dance. As yet all that was to come. The shivering villagers waited for the cold to hit them." Page 11.