The Violets of March

Books like this make me so mad. The entire plot is based on the fact that nobody will tell the heroine the truth about a diary she has found. The heroine's grandmother and others in the book know all of the plot's secrets, but when the heroine asks them directly, she is told repeatedly “this is your journey,” “you'll find the answers in time,” “it's not my story to tell,” etc. So she (very slowly) reads the diary so that the book will last for 300 pages.

Also, after learning how people in the past made devastating choices after jumping to conclusions, she does the exact same thing with the man she allegedly loves. Although there is so little interaction between the two characters and so little chemistry that it's hard to have any investment in their romance.

A frustrating and unsatisfying read.