The Rose Garden is both a time travel novel and chic lit. As much as I love the idea of time travel, I find a lot of fantastical things --magic, fairies, and colonies in outer space-- much easier to accept. For some reason, I always quibble with time travel. Not when I read about the possibilities that quantum mechanics hypothesizes; I'm ready to entertain the real possibility, but I find fictional accounts impossible to reconcile.
I liked the setting and liked the characters (almost too many characters were very likable). If the Cornish smugglers felt a little gentlemanly for their trade, that was OK, too. And if so many romances worked out well, I can enjoy a few happy endings once in a while.
However, likable as some of the characters are, they felt like placeholders, and the romances were a bit conveniently coincidental. The time travel simply had too many discrepancies--or too few "logical" explanations.
Go ahead and make up a "logical" explanation for what causes the slippage, for the differences in the amount of time spent in past and present, for the arrival in a particular period or location--something more than the house being built on ley lines--and maybe I could suspend my disbelief.
I had no problem reading it, no place that I wanted to walk away without finishing, but neither was it a particularly memorable experience.
Fiction. Chic Lit. 2011. 430 pages.