Loved it. I was really hard to put down. I loved Sherry's upbringing and how easy the ending closed up all the loose ends. ( )

Sheridan Bromleigh, and American chaperone, hasn't even set foot in England before a blow to the head, whilst disembarking from her ship, causes amnesia. Sheridan finds herself in the care of Stephen Westmoreland, whom she thinks is her husband.

This is not a bad read - just not a genre I normally am drawn to. The book did not inspire me to want to read more of her books. That does not mean you may enjoy it more than I. ( )

I always thought Judith McNaught could do no wrong. Until I read this book. And I wanted to LOVE Stephen Westmoreland's story, especially since he is so charming in 'Whitney, My Love'. The vibe in 'Until You' is completely different, and the poignant scenes that is so McNaught's signature seems entirely forced. I did, however, enjoy reading about Whitney and Clayton with their son Noel - the book's saving grace, at least to me. ( )

My first [a:Judith McNaught|9885|Judith McNaught|http://photo.goodreads.com/authors/1246151270p2/9885.jpg] book, chosen because a Goodreads review of another novel rated [b:Until You|129618|Until You (Westmoreland, #3)|Judith McNaught|http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1171988350s/129618.jpg|726849] as one of the best amnesia-theme romances around.

In a word: disappointing. Some elements of the story were strong, some were not. The biggest problem was the structure of the narrative. The idea of a feisty red-headed American governess being struck on the head by cargo being unloaded from a ship, losing her memory, and being mistaken for her runaway charge, was original.

Just as the story was getting under way, Ms McNaught decided to insert a very long and tedious (and mostly irrelevant) flashback to the amnesiac heroine's past life in America. A firm editor would have slashed most of this section, or at least suggested splitting it into shorter pieces and interleaving it with the main story.

The reason for the cast of thousands isn't clear -- until you discover from external sources that they're all carry-overs from previous novels. Characterisation is patchy; two-dimensional at best. Perhaps these transient characters receive more detailed attention in other novels.

The timing of the sudden appearance of the runaway charge, for whom the heroine has been mistaken, was a clumsy blunder, a wide rift in the fabric of the story. Noting that the novel still had dozens of pages to go, I gave up at this point and resigned the book to my Did Not Finish shelf. Curiosity brought me back and perseverance pushed me to the end, but didn't change my opinion of the book as a whole. ( )