Night Train to Marrakech is the third and final book in the author's Daughters of War series. I've only read the first book, Daughters of War, and not the second, The Hidden Palace. Although Night Train to Marrakech can be read as a standalone, a number of characters from previous books (especially the first book) reappear, there are frequent references to events in the earlier books and some storylines reach their conclusion in this one. For all these reasons, I would recommend reading the series from the beginning.
It soon becomes apparent that Vicky's family is one riven with secrets, past tragedies and estrangements. And through a series of chance encounters and coincidences, she is soon embroiled in melodrama of her own owing to the arrival of an enemy from Clemence's past and the legacy of Morocco's political history. It puts both herself, Clemence and others in danger.
I admired Clemence as a character, particularly her dedication to caring for her mother, Madeleine, whose mental decline is not only a result of age but of the cruelty she suffered at the hands of Clemence's father, the full details of which gradually emerge. I felt happy for Clemence when it appears she may have a second chance of happiness, something she had lost hope of many years before.
I'm afraid I found Vicky less easy to warm to although I admired her bravery in travelling to a new country. At times I felt she acted more like an overgrown schoolgirl than a mature young woman who desires to be taken seriously as a fashion designer, leaping into situations without really thinking them through and becoming frantic when things go wrong. As she admits at one point, 'She had prided herself on never being a crybaby. Now look at her. Edgy and anxious. Close to tears almost all the time'.
By the way, if you're expecting (as I was) to be spending time aboard the train mentioned in the title, I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed because it features only very briefly at the beginning of the book. However, if you enjoy a story that involves family secrets, an element of romance and the opportunity to bask in the sights, sounds and smells of an exotic location, you will not be disappointed by Night Train to Marrakech.
It soon becomes apparent that Vicky's family is one riven with secrets, past tragedies and estrangements. And through a series of chance encounters and coincidences, she is soon embroiled in melodrama of her own owing to the arrival of an enemy from Clemence's past and the legacy of Morocco's political history. It puts both herself, Clemence and others in danger.
I admired Clemence as a character, particularly her dedication to caring for her mother, Madeleine, whose mental decline is not only a result of age but of the cruelty she suffered at the hands of Clemence's father, the full details of which gradually emerge. I felt happy for Clemence when it appears she may have a second chance of happiness, something she had lost hope of many years before.
I'm afraid I found Vicky less easy to warm to although I admired her bravery in travelling to a new country. At times I felt she acted more like an overgrown schoolgirl than a mature young woman who desires to be taken seriously as a fashion designer, leaping into situations without really thinking them through and becoming frantic when things go wrong. As she admits at one point, 'She had prided herself on never being a crybaby. Now look at her. Edgy and anxious. Close to tears almost all the time'.
By the way, if you're expecting (as I was) to be spending time aboard the train mentioned in the title, I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed because it features only very briefly at the beginning of the book. However, if you enjoy a story that involves family secrets, an element of romance and the opportunity to bask in the sights, sounds and smells of an exotic location, you will not be disappointed by Night Train to Marrakech.