Flashes of brilliance but not a masterpiece. 3.5/5 stars.
Thank you to Bloomsbury Publishing and NetGalley for giving me an e-copy of this book in return for an honest review.
The blurb: When lovelorn Annie McDee stumbles across a dirty painting in a junk shop while looking for a present for an unsuitable man, she has no idea what she has discovered. Soon she finds herself drawn unwillingly into the tumultuous London art world, populated by exiled Russian oligarchs, avaricious Sheikas, desperate auctioneers and unscrupulous dealers, all scheming to get their hands on her painting – a lost eighteenth-century masterpiece called ‘The Improbability of Love’.
Delving into the painting’s past, Annie will uncover not just an illustrious list of former owners, but some of the darkest secrets of European history – and in doing so she might just learn to open up to the possibility of falling in love again.
I love multiple viewpoint stories told in third-person. So this book should have been perfect for me. I lose count of the viewpoints but, off the top of my head, in addition to Annie (our heroine) we also have her mother, her admirer, her employer, her employer’s father, two Russian oligarchs, three art experts, an auctioneer, the Director of the National Gallery and a professional fixer…not to mention a few more thrown in for good luck.