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'Tis the season! The Crown meets When Harry Met Sally in the latest heartwarming historical novel from Hazel Gaynor and Heather Webb, bestselling authors of Last Christmas in Paris, Meet Me in Monaco, and Three Words for Goodbye. December 1952. While the young Queen Elizabeth II finds her feet as the new monarch, she must also find the right words to continue the tradition of her late father's Christmas Day radio broadcast. But even traditions must evolve with the times, and the queen faces a postwar Britain hungry for change. As preparations begin for the royal Christmas at Sandringham House in Norfolk, old friends--Jack Devereux and Olive Carter--are unexpectedly reunited by the occasion. Olive, a single mother and aspiring reporter at the BBC, leaps at the opportunity to cover the holiday celebration, but even a chance encounter with the queen doesn't go as planned and Olive wonders if she will ever be taken seriously. Jack, a recently widowed chef, reluctantly takes up a new role in the royal kitchens at Sandringham. Lacking in purpose and direction, Jack has abandoned his dream to have his own restaurant, but his talents are soon noticed and while he might not believe in himself, others do, and a chance encounter with an old friend helps to reignite the spark of his passion and ambition. As Jack and Olive's paths continue to cross over the following five Christmases, they grow ever closer. Yet Olive carries the burden of a heavy secret that threatens to destroy everything. Christmas Day, December 1957. As the nation eagerly awaits the Queen's first televised Christmas speech, there is one final gift for the Christmas season to deliver...
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‘'It seems we are destined to be ships passing in the night.''
This is the tender Christmas story of two people who lose and find each, separated and united by circumstances, destiny, fate. A young woman, a single mother, determined to succeed in a job controlled by men and an American chef who has made his home in London only to be wounded by a twisted game of Fate.
‘'Whether a monster, or a queen - or both - we must all make sacrifices at times. Fce the difficult decisions.''
Then, we have a character who is very much the heart of the book, the one who brings everything and everyone together. Queen Elizabeth II, presented in a beautiful portrayal of a young woman who is perfectly aware of the responsibilities of her role, yet she is not free of insecurities, uncertainties, vulnerabilities. She is shown as a woman, a mother, a wife. Never as a frozen queen on a golden pedestal.
Naturally, a Christmas story needs Christmassy descriptions and London is given a special role, depicted in warm, festive colours:
‘'I'd always felt there was something magical about London in December. Like roast goose and stuffing, or Christmas pudding and brandy butter, it was the perfect combination. There was nowhere I'd rather be when the shop windows gleamed with toys and decorations, and frosty breaths were lit by the low winter sun that painted the Thames golden. London at Christmas was a Dickens novel, a Turner painting, and a Victorian Christmas card all rolled into one, and I adored it.''
‘'London looked so pretty that afternoon, the gray stone buildings warmed by a soft golden sun. Faces glowed beneath the crisp chill in the air. Colourful winter coats and fur-trimmed hats added a dash of elegance to the usually drab streets. Shop windows had been dressed in their finest festive displays and the scent of roasting chestnuts and cinnamon laced the air as I passed the wine merchants and bakeries.''
I am not one for love stories and merriment but this novel is the kind of love story done right and the Christmas tale that is told with warmth, elegance and respect without ever becoming melodramatic.
‘'December arrives with a blanket of thick fog and a flurry of activity as the staff begin their preparations for Christmas. I am reassured by the familiar traditions - the arrival of the trees, the planning of menus, the many cards to be signed - and yet even in these well-worn tasks there is change. I feel my father's steady hand guiding me as I carefully sign my name beneath the Christmas wishes. Elizabeth R. My new signature feels as strange and unfamiliar as the person I have become. Elizabeth Regina. Elizabeth II. Queen.''
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