Country Wives, by Rebecca Shaw, Doubleday, 2001.
I bought this book for a dollar at a thrift store. I had just found a wool jacket for $2, so I was feeling generous, and this book SEEMED intriguing.
As a child, I spent five years in James Harriot country. I recognized the speech and the scenery in both the books and the movies. I didn't get this book at all.
Everything about this book felt so forced and contrived. I wasn't expecting another Harriot series, but I was expecting quite a bit more than this book delivered.