Having really enjoyed Dinah Jefferies “Daughters of War” I was a bit disappointed with the Night Train to Marrakech. The plot centres on Vicky Baudin a budding fashion designer who idolises Yves Saint Laurent. She travels by train to meet her grandmother Clemence who she’s never seen before. She also wants to unravel family secrets that stretch back for generations.
The characters seem quite flimsy and often a bit silly getting into unbelievable situations. The plot should have kept me riveted but somehow it just didn’t work… I think that the 444 pages should perhaps have been slimmed down as there seemed to be a lot of padding.
I can’t understand why the book was titled the Night Train as it was only the way the protagonist travelled and had no relevance to the book.
I hate not to finish a book I have started but I struggled with this one.
I cannot recommend it even to those who love this genre.
The characters seem quite flimsy and often a bit silly getting into unbelievable situations. The plot should have kept me riveted but somehow it just didn’t work… I think that the 444 pages should perhaps have been slimmed down as there seemed to be a lot of padding.
I can’t understand why the book was titled the Night Train as it was only the way the protagonist travelled and had no relevance to the book.
I hate not to finish a book I have started but I struggled with this one.
I cannot recommend it even to those who love this genre.