2.5 stars, rounded down.

I have always thought of Rosamunde Pilcher as one step up from chick-lit, but I must say September pretty much falls directly in that category for me. It has that warm, Pilcher feel and the complicated twists and turns, and glamorous characters and settings, but it lacks meaning and cohesiveness and in the end seems much ado about nothing.

I read it back in the early 90s when it was released, and I remembered absolutely nothing about it. That was strange in itself, because I could certainly outline the plots of most of Pilcher’s other books despite the time lapse. I think there was a reason. I imagine it left me confused and cold the first time around as well.

I did enjoy the first half of the book and felt the requisite curiosity about how these relationships were going to develop. About half way in, several characters began to do things that didn’t feel consistent with what we had been told about them. In one particular relationship, I kept shaking my head saying that is ludicrous. I find it hard to truly enjoy a book that feels contrived or where people react to situations in ways that just don’t seem plausible. That is how this one left me feeling.

So, if you want to read a lovely, warm Pilcher that hangs together and makes sense, please read Coming Home. September seems like a very heavy time investment for very little return. ( )

I love Rosamunde Pilchers work. I have not written a review on the novel "September" and really feel I would need to re-read it to write a good review, but since I just finished "Voices in Summer" I thought I would review it.
This novel seemed to me to cover all aspects of love whether it be friends, family, spouses or those just starting a relationship. The inherent need to be cared about and for and what is hidden between people and never spoken about. This novel deals with a woman that feels everyone has what she doesn't and it leads her to do things no one believed she was capable of. All for love. ( )