Here Comes the Sun

HERE COMES THE SUN is one of Lorring's best romances, though it does descend -- strangely -- into Regency-like plot twists. For example:The heroine is going to visit her rather eccentric aunt, who has decided to set her match-making skills upon her youngest niece, when the book opens. She's taking the train (which might be a little unrealistic in America, but the book was written a long time ago and I'm assuming more people rode trains "back then"), and while she's waiting for it to start off, she sees a dog jump out of the train and scamper away. Being a decided dog lover, not to mention more than a little impulsive, she jumps out of the train and chases after it. She hears someone behind her that she assumes is the owner, but once she catches the dog she finds he is just another impulsive canine fanatic. And their train has left without them.After spending the night in a cabin (a disappointingly uncompromising night), the two feline haters are discovered by the hero's politicial rival, and dontcha just know that the slimey little snake is going to claim that he found his opponent jumping the bones of some innocent young thing in a deserted cabin (and we all know that means he's user of women!). To solve this rather vexing problem, the hero and heroine decide to elope, and then get an annulment after the election. And that's when their romance starts.Love stories like this are no longer written. One might say for good reason, but the story is engaging and entertaining and sweet. It is dated, since one would find it hard to believe that anyone who lived through or past the sixties would be as innocent as the heroine ("You'll probably think me hopelessly ignorant, but what does 'make love' mean?" she asks during one conversation. This woman is TWENTY-TWO YEARS OLD, for God's sake!), but that hardly detracts from the story. HERE COMES THE SUN is refreshing and romantic, and I wholly recommend it.