I'm giving this 3 stars, because I can't give it 2.5. After reading the reviews on here, I was expecting an absolute stinker. It's not that bad. It's not that great either.

It's chief problem is two-fold: "Eve" sounds like a total idiot (at least the second Mrs. DeWinter was just very very young) and the author is overly deliberate with her word choices. The man who "Eve" is living with never really comes alive. I don't get a sense of who he is or why he's worth all this heart ache. He's no Maxim DeWinter, that's for certain. I found myself much more invested in the story of Benedicte, but even that was fairly predictable. I think there's a better book buried in the overly wrought prose somewhere.