The Blue Bistro

The Blue Bistro

by Elin Hilderbrand


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Infused with intimate Nantucket detail and filled with the warmth of passion and the breeze of doubt, The Blue Bistro is perfect summer reading.

Adrienne Dealey has spent the past six years working for hotels in exotic resort towns. This summer she has decided to make Nantucket home. Left flat broke by her ex-boyfriend, she is desperate to earn some fast money. When the desirable Thatcher Smith, owner of Nantucket's hottest restaurant, is the only one to offer her a job, she wonders if she can get by with no restaurant experience. Thatcher gives Adrienne a crash course in the business...and they share an instant attraction. But there is a mystery about their situation: what is it about Fiona, the Blue Bistro's chef, that captures Thatcher's attention again and again? And why does such a successful restaurant seem to be in its final season before closing its doors for good? Despite her uncertainty, Adrienne must decide whether to open her heart for the first time, or move on, as she always does.

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ISBN-13: 9780312628260
Publisher: St. Martin''s Publishing Group
Publication date: 05/25/2010
Pages: 336
Sales rank: 45,319
Product dimensions: 5.74(w) x 8.60(h) x 0.90(d)

About the Author

Elin Hilderbrand is the author of The Island, Nantucket Nights, and Summer People, among others. She grew up in Collegeville, Pennsylvania, and is a graduate of Johns Hopkins University and the University of Iowa Writers' Workshop, where she was a teaching/writing fellow. Her short fiction has appeared in Seventeen, The Massachusetts Review, and The Colorado Review. She lives with her husband, Chip Cunningham, and their two sons in Nantucket, Massachusetts.

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The Blue Bistro

By Elin Hilderbrand

St. Martin's Press

Copyright © 2005 Elin Hilderbrand
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4299-0549-7



Adrienne needed a job.

She arrived on Nantucket Island with two maxed-out credit cards, forty borrowed dollars, and three rules scribbled on an Amtrak cocktail napkin. She spent seven of the dollars on a dorm bed at the hostel in Surfside and slept with the cocktail napkin under her pillow. When she awoke the next morning in a room full of slumbering college students, she read the rules again. Rule One: Become self-sufficient. Rule Two: Do not lie about past. Rule Three: Exercise good judgment about men. The last thing Adrienne had done before leaving Aspen was to turn her boyfriend, Doug, in to the authorities. Doug had been living with Adrienne in the basement of the Little Nell, where Adrienne worked as a concierge; he had been stealing money from the hotel rooms to buy cocaine, and he had stolen more than two thousand dollars from Adrienne.

Adrienne quietly slipped into clothes and stashed her belongings in a locker, which was free until noon. She set out into the bright but chilly May morning with her money and the napkin, repeating a tip that a man had given her on the ferry the night before. A tip about a job.

The Blue Bistro, 27 North Beach Extension. The man who suggested this place was a freelance writer who had been coming to Nantucket for over twenty years. He came across as a normal guy, despite his square wire-rimmed glasses, thirty years out of style, and the way he licked his lips every five seconds, as though Adrienne were a T-bone steak. They had started chatting casually over the ketchup dispenser at the snack bar. He asked her if she was coming to Nantucket for a vacation. And Adrienne had laughed and said, Hardly. I need a job. I need money.

If it's money you want, the man had said, the Blue Bistro is where you should go.

I don't work in restaurants, Adrienne had said. I work in hotels. At the front desk. I'm a hotel person.

There's a hotel down the street from the bistro, the man had said. He paused, wet his lips. But, like I said, if it's money you want ...

Adrienne walked to the North Beach Extension, stopping twice for directions. The road was quiet. There were a few houses along the way but most of them were still boarded up; one had a crew of painters working. Then, to the right, Adrienne saw a parking lot and a one-story cedar-shingled building with a green slate roof, all by itself on a stretch of windswept beach. Adrienne stopped in the road. This was the restaurant. The hotel, as the man on the ferry had described it, was down the street on the left. She should go to the hotel. But then she caught a scent of roasting meat and she thought about money. She decided it couldn't hurt to check the place out.

A sign taped to the front door read: THE BLUE BISTRO, OPENING FOR ITS FINAL SEASON JUNE 1ST. Adrienne perused the menu. The food was expensive, it sounded delicious, and her stomach complained. She'd trekked halfway across the island without any breakfast.

She peered in the dark window, wondering what she might say. She had never worked in a restaurant before; she knew nothing about the business except that it was, prostitution aside, the quickest way to make money. She supposed she could lie and say that she'd waited tables in college. She could pick up the skills once she started. Kyra, her desk manager at the Little Nell, had told her that waiting tables was a piece of cake. Nantucket had been Kyra's idea. After the whole disaster with Doug, Kyra suggested that Adrienne get as far away from the Rocky Mountains as possible. If it's money you want, Nantucket is where you should go.

Adrienne tried the door. Locked. She tapped on a windowpane. Hello? She felt like the Little Match Girl, hungry and tired, bereft and friendless. Can you save me?

She thought of her father, at that minute probably elbow deep in a root canal. Since Adrienne's mother died, his concern for Adrienne's well-being seemed so heavy as to actually pull the corners of his mouth into a frown. He worried about her all the time. He worried that she was too adventurous, working in all these exotic locales where the men weren't necessarily principled. And he was right to worry. He was so right that Adrienne hadn't been able to tell him how guests of the Little Nell had been complaining about cash missing from their rooms and about how Kyra had interrogated the battalion of Mexican chambermaids. When the chambermaids proved a dead end, Kyra had come to Adrienne and asked if she had any idea who might be taking the money. Adrienne was confused about why Kyra was asking her but then, somehow, she realized that Kyra meant Doug. Doug, who had lost his job in February and whose behavior was becoming increasingly erratic. Doug, who traveled down-valley several times a week to visit a "friend" in Carbondale. Adrienne had snuck down to their basement apartment while she was supposed to be at work. She found her hotel master key card in the pocket of Doug's ski jacket. And then, on a second dreadful hunch, she checked the tampon box where she saved her tips, the money for her Future, which she had always thought of with a capital "F"—money for something bigger and better down the road, a house, a wedding, a business. The box was empty. He had stolen her Future; he had snorted it. Instead of killing Doug herself, Adrienne followed Kyra's advice and called the Pitkin County police. They caught him robbing the Alpine Suite in the middle of the day. He was arrested for larceny and possession, and Adrienne left town in the midst of his court proceedings, flat broke.

She had only asked her father for a small loan—two hundred dollars—enough to get her back east on the train and set up someplace else. But he must have sensed something in her voice, because he sent her three hundred, no questions asked.

Adrienne heard someone shout, "Hey!" She whipped around. A man was striding toward her from a silver pickup truck in the parking lot. She smiled at him, squinting in a way that she hoped conveyed her innocence. I'm not trying to rob you. I just want ... a job? When he got closer, she saw he had red-gold hair and freckles—he was a man who looked like a twelve-year-old boy. His hand shot out as though he'd been expecting her.

"Thatcher Smith," he said. "Thatch."

"Oh. Uh." Adrienne was so nervous, she couldn't remember her name. The man raised his pale eyebrows expectantly, waiting for her to identify herself. "Adrienne."



"Adrienne Dealey." His tone of voice said, Of course, Adrienne Dealey, like they had an appointment. "Can I help you, Adrienne?"

Adrienne opened her mouth but no sound came out. So much for knocking them dead with her confidence and charm.

Thatcher Smith laughed. A short, one-syllable "ha!" Loud and spontaneous, as if she had karate-chopped his funny bone. "Cat got your tongue?"

"I guess," she said. "Sorry. I came for a job. Is there an application or something I can fill out?"

"Application?" He looked at her in a strange but pleasant way, as though he'd never heard the word before.

"Don't you work here?" Adrienne asked.

"I own here."

"Oh." The owner? Adrienne took another look at this guy. He was about six feet tall with sloping shoulders, strawberry blond hair, green eyes, freckles. He wore jeans, running shoes, a red fleece jacket that was almost too bright to look at in the morning sun. She couldn't tell if he resembled Huckleberry Finn or if it was just the name, Thatcher—like Becky Thatcher—that summoned the image. He had a clean, friendly Midwestern vibe about him. He wasn't handsome so much as wholesome looking. Adrienne corrected her posture and cleared her throat. She was so destitute it was hard to feel impressive. "Would it be okay if I filled out an application, then?"

"We don't have any applications. It's not that kind of place. I do all the hiring face-to-face. What kind of job are you after? Front of the house? Back of the house? Because I can tell you right now, we're not hiring any back of the house."

Adrienne had no idea what he was talking about. She was after money, a thick wad of twenties she could roll out like a Mafia boss.

"I thought maybe I could wait tables?"

"Do you have any experience?" Thatcher asked.

I waited tables in college, she thought. But she couldn't make herself say it.

"None," she said. "But I'm willing to learn. Someone told me it's a piece of cake."

Thatcher laughed again—"ha!" He moved past her to the door of the restaurant and took a giant ring of keys from his jacket pocket. Adrienne noticed a wooden dory by the front of the restaurant filled with fresh soil. They probably grew flowers in the dory all summer. That was a nice touch. This was a nice restaurant. Too nice for Adrienne. If she wanted to be self-sufficient, she would have to sell her laptop.

"Never mind," Adrienne said. "Thanks for your time."

She turned to leave, making an alternate plan of attack. Back to the road, down the street to the hotel. After she filled out an application there, she would have to surrender some of her money for breakfast.

"You understand?" Thatcher said. "I can't exactly hire you to wait tables when you've had no experience."

"I understand," Adrienne said. "I was just checking. Someone I met on the boat told me how great your restaurant was. He also said there's a hotel down here?"

"The Nantucket Beach Club and Hotel," Thatcher said. "But Mack won't hire you without experience either."

"I have hotel experience," Adrienne said. "I just came from Aspen. I worked at the Little Nell."

Thatcher's pale eyebrows shot up. "The Little Nell?"

She nodded. "You've heard of it?"

"Of course, yeah. What did you do there?"

"Front desk," she said. "Concierge."

Thatcher pointed his head at the open door. "Are you hungry?" The door of the restaurant swung open. "I was going to have an omelet. Would you like to join me?"

Adrienne glanced back at the sandy road. She should go. An omelet, though, sounded tempting. "I don't know," she said.

"Oh, come on," Thatcher said. "I hate to eat alone." He ushered Adrienne in. The roasting meat and garlic smell was so overpowering that Adrienne nearly fell to her knees in hunger. What had she had for dinner last night on the ferry? A hotdog that had spent seven hours spinning on a rack and a cup of gluey clam chowder.

"Someone's cooking?" she said.

"My partner," Thatcher said. "She never sleeps. Follow me. I'll give you the grand tour."

When they stepped inside the front door, Adrienne was overcome with anxiety. She checked her watch, a jogging watch with an altimeter. It was just after ten o'clock; she was three feet above sea level. What was she doing? She had to find a job today. Still, she trailed Thatcher, trying to seem polite and interested. Free food, she thought. Omelet.

Thatcher stopped at an oak podium. "This is the host station, where we greet guests and make reservations. We have two public phone lines and a private line. The private line is very private, but sometimes guests get ahold of it. Don't ask me how."

He led her past a bar topped with a shiny slab of blue-gray stone. "Now here," he said proudly, "is our blue granite bar. We found the stone in a quarry in northern Vermont." The wall behind the bar was stocked with bottles on oak shelves. "We only sell call and top shelf. I don't ever want to drink Popov and I don't want my guests drinking it. Not in here," Thatcher said. There were two small tables in the bar area and a black baby grand piano. "We have live music six nights a week. My guy knows everything from Rodgers and Hart to Nirvana." Down two steps was the dining room, maybe twenty tables, all with views of the ocean. The restaurant had no walls—it was open from the waist up. In winter, Adrienne could see, they hung plastic sheeting to keep the wind and sand out. There was an awning skeleton off the back. They placed six tables under the awning on a deck, Thatcher said, and four four-tops out in the sand under the stars.

"Those are the fondue tables," he said. "It makes a royal mess."

They returned to the bar, where the tables were set with white tablecloths, china, silver, wineglasses. Thatcher indicated Adrienne should sit.

"Let me take your jacket," he said.

"I'll keep it on," Adrienne said.

"You're going to eat with your jacket on?" he said.

She handed him her purple Patagonia Gore-Tex that she'd bought with an employee discount from the ski shop at the Little Nell, and lowered herself daintily into a white wicker chair, as though she were accustomed to having breakfast in glamorous bistros like this all the time. Thatcher hung up her jacket then disappeared into the back, leaving Adrienne alone.

"The Blue Bistro," she said to herself. This was the kind of place that Doug would have called, disparagingly, "gourmet"; if it wasn't deep-fried or residing between two pieces of bread, Doug didn't want to eat it. Prison food would suit him fine.

Adrienne took a white napkin off her plate and unfolded it on her lap. She lifted the fork; it was heavy, beautiful silver. And the charger—she flipped it over. Limoges. She replaced the plate quickly—this was the restaurant equivalent of checking someone's medicine cabinet. Before she could inspect the pedigree of the stemware, Thatcher was back with two glasses of juice.

"Fresh-squeezed," he said. "The last of the blood oranges." He set the glasses down then disappeared again.

Adrienne eyed her glass. "The last of the blood oranges," she whispered. The juice was the fiery pink of some rare jewel. Was it okay to take a sip before he got back? Adrienne listened for noises from the kitchen. It was silent. She took a deep breath. The air smelled like something else now: toast. Hunger and thirst, she thought. They'd get you every time. Thatcher hurried out of the kitchen with two plates and set one in front of Adrienne with a flourish, as though she were someone very important.

It was the best omelet Adrienne had ever eaten. Perfectly cooked so that the eggs were soft and buttery. Filled with sautéed onions and mushrooms and melted Camembert cheese. There were three roasted cherry tomatoes on the plate, skins splitting, oozing juice. Nutty wheat toast. Thatch had brought butter and jam to the table. The butter was served like a tiny cheesecake on a small pedestal under a glass dome. The jam was apricot, homemade, served from a Ball jar.

Adrienne dug in, wondering where to start in the way of conversation. She decided the only safe thing was to talk about the food.

"This jam reminds me of when I was little," Adrienne said, spreading a thick layer on her toast. "My mother made jam."

"Is she a good cook?" Thatcher said.


"Your mother."

Adrienne paused. Rule Two: Do not lie about past! But it was hard when someone hurled a question at her like a pitch she couldn't hit.


For Adrienne, the silence that followed was studded with guilt. She should have just said, "She was," but then, by necessity, there would be tedious personal explanations about ovarian cancer and a motherless twelve-year-old that she was never in the mood for. She would rather talk about her felonious ex-boyfriend and her empty Future. It's okay, she thought. She would never see this guy again after today and she vowed she would tell the truth to the next person she met. Her mother was dead.

"Well," Adrienne said. "This is the most delicious breakfast I've ever had in my life."

"I'll tell Fee," he said. "She likes to feed people."

Adrienne ate every bite of her eggs and mopped up the tomato juices with her bread crust and drained her juice glass, thinking to herself—Manners, manners! Turn the fork upside down on the plate when you're finished, very European. If nothing else, this would make a great e-mail to her father. Her first morning on Nantucket she ends up eating a breakfast of champions in a restaurant that wasn't even open.

She collapsed in her chair, drunk with food, in love with this restaurant. If she ever caught up enough to pay off her credit cards and refund her father with interest, she'd come here for dinner and order the foie gras. "Why is it your last season?" she asked.

"Ahhh," Thatcher said. He pushed away his plate—half his omelet remained and Adrienne stared at it, wondering how audacious it would be to ask if she might finish it. Thatcher propped his elbows on the table and tented his fingers. Even his fingers, Adrienne noticed, were freckled. "The time has come."

The time has come? That was a noncommittal answer, an art form Adrienne wished she could perfect. So she, too, had asked a tricky question. In the interest of changing the subject, Adrienne offered up something else.

"I just got here last night."

"You've never been to the island before?"


"You came straight from Aspen?"

"I did."

"I'm intrigued by the Little Nell. They say it's the best."

"One of. Relais and Chateaux and all that. They gave me housing."

"In the hotel?"


"That must have been sweet."

"It was okay," Adrienne said. She and Doug had lived in a studio apartment with his retriever, Jax, even though pets weren't allowed. No pets, no drugs, no stealing from the rooms!

"Did you go out at night?" Thatcher asked.


"My bartender here, Duncan, works at the Board Room in Aspen all winter. You ever go there?"


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Table of Contents


Praise for Elin Hilderbrand,
St. Martin's Paperbacks Titles by Elin Hilderbrand,
Menu, Summer 2005,
Chapter 1: Breakfast,
Chapter 2: Menu Meeting,
Chapter 3: See and Be Scene,
Chapter 4: Reservations,
Chapter 5: Night Off,
Chapter 6: The Wine Key,
Chapter 7: Old Boyfriends,
Chapter 8: Hydrangeas,
Chapter 9: Phosphorescence,
Chapter 10: Dr. Don,
Chapter 11: The Sturgeon Moon,
Chapter 12: It's Okay if You Don't Love Me,
Chapter 13: Last Call,
Excerpt from The Love Season,

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The Blue Bistro 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 225 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
bought this book right before 4th of july and read it while i was at the beach that week. couldn't put it was the perfect beach book indeed. the end was a little abrupt...but overall was a great, easy read on vacation. and well written in terms of the language, actual sentences, etc. not overly gushy or dramatic. (with any beach book, the main character's names are always a good indication of how good or ridiculous a book will be...'adrienne' and 'thatcher' are real-enough names, not over-the-top...just like this book...real enough to be believable...not silly.) 'real' characters, not caricatures, and reminded me of my summers in the restaurant industry. great read.
BLUEEYEBE More than 1 year ago
The Blue Bistro is a fine dining restaurant located on the beach of Nantucket. This is a complex and emotional story about the owners, Thatcher Smith and Fiona Kemp and a girl, Adrienne, running from a drug addicted ex boyfriend who stole her money. Thatcher, a conflicted character, loves Fiona deeply, as a friend, but his love runs so deep that this unique friendship has interfered with his past love interests. Fiona suffers, since childhood, from Cystic Fibrosis. She is on the list for a lung transplant. Adrienne has been working all over the world in the hotel industry. Adrienne is hired by Thatcher to run the front of the restaurant. Love grows between Adrienne and Thatcher. Every night when the Blue Bistro closes Thatcher and his partner chef Fiona share dinner in the kitchen where she hides from society, which leaves Adrienne confused until she finds out the truth about her "rival" and why the Blue Bistro will close after this summer. Exciting, interesting read!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed this book and started to look at restaurant staffs with a different eye. Unpredictable things happen at the end but you won't be disappointed!
Stacy Mattia More than 1 year ago
I have read a lot of Elin H's books and this one was different. It centers around one character which was a nice departure from her others. You really got to know the main character and she was a smart girl that had lost a lot in life and was trying to find her way. The restaurant life was interesting and the author described a typical day in a way that you felt you were living it. Great book that I would recommend to all!
sam08r More than 1 year ago
The interplay of food within the novel kept me coming back for more. It is Nantucket, for those who have never been.
harstan More than 1 year ago
For the last eight years, late twentyish Adrienne Dealey has worked a series of hotel jobs. Her last gig was in Aspen, but now she arrives in Nantucket. Owner of the upscale Blue Bistro Thatcher Smith hires Adrienne as the restaurant's assistant manager although she has no experience working at a restaurant so it is a work in progress. As she learns the business while serving as the hostess, Thatcher and Adrienne begin an affair. However, every night when the Blue Bistro closes Thatcher and his partner talented chef Fiona Kemp share dinner in the kitchen where she hides as her retreat from society; all this leaves Adrienne confused until she finds out the truth about her "rival" and why the Blue Bistro will close after this summer. This is an interesting Nantucket contemporary drama starring a likable cast. Although some minor subplots feel like padding and a late twist unnecessary, the story line is entertaining. Fans will relish the locale as Elin Hilderbrand owns the beach in summer while wondering along side of Adrienne what is truly going on between Thatcher whom she believes wants her and Adrienne. Harriet Klausner
Guest More than 1 year ago
Absolutely loved this book! Couldn't put it down until I finished it! Great characters and loved the restaurant setting as well as the island setting. A definite must read!Thoroughly enjoyed and look forward to reading other books by Elin Hilderbrand.
Guest More than 1 year ago
i read the love season first and now i am immersing to more of Hilderbrand's work. Thatcher's gestures of marrying a dying friend is full of compassion. it may have a quite sad ending but the essence of the novel speaks so much about ordinary lives lived extraordinarily by these characters. ingenious work
Guest More than 1 year ago
I loved this book - read it in two days! It is a heartfelt and wonderful story and I was so sad to see it end. The characters are so real that they feel like old friends. I highly recommend The Blue Bistro - makes you want to spend time in Nantucket and make a reservation for two!
Anonymous 8 months ago
Elin never, ever disappoints and this book is no exception. The characters and story were great.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
One of the Best Books. Keeps u reading!!
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I liked the book and I enjoy this author. I did not like some of the characters who seemed a bit shallow, but I suppose realistic. I loved the idea of Blue Bistro and would enjoy eating some of the food described, especially the crackers.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed this book. A good vacation read.
bearette24 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I really liked this book. It's set on Nantucket in a fictitious restaurant called, you guessed it, The Blue Bistro. The bistro is famous for its enticing food combinations (candy-striped beets and goat cheese, banana French toast with chocolate syrup). I loved the descriptions of the dishes and the restaurant business - the gossip, the relationships. The only false notes for me were: Fiona, the chef (I didn't care for her) and the sudden sadness near the ending (though the book ultimately ended on a happy note).
mchwest on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
best book I read this summer!
nyiper on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I loved this---it has to be the way she writes because I liked another of her books so much and am on my way to pick up another one of hers today. What a great story that just kept moving right along and I kept saying to myself, out loud, "OH, I LIKE this book!!"
CarlyBahRah on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This book made me nostalgic for an unrequited love of mine long ago. I could read this again.
LauraMoore on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This story is about a woman named adrienne who goes to Nantucket to start a whole new life and ends up finding not only a brand new career but a brand new life as well. She is immediately offered a job as assistant manager at the blue bistro which is one of nantuckets finest restarants. She is soon drawn to Thatcher who is one of the owners, but his unique friendship with the other owner Fiona always seems to get in the way.I did really enjoy this book but found it a little predictable. The characters were all unique and I liked them but the storyline itself I guessed all along. I did enjoy elin hilderbrands writing style and would def. Be interested in checking out some more of her titles.
jo2son on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Adrienne arrives on Nantucket looking for a job and begins work as the assistant manager of the Blue Bistro. The reader learns along with Adrienne about what it takes to manage this very popular restaurant. We are introduced to the various customers. Along the way we learn about the food that makes this place so popular. This is ultimately a book about relationships.... with friends, family, customers and food. This book is very well written with many breaks in the narrative that make it easy to put down and pick up over and over again.
JoniO on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Adrienne has certainly had her issues with relationships over the years...her mother's death from ovarian cancer and how she has difficulty acknowledging her mother is deceased after all of these years. Her inability to completely accept her father's relationship with Mavis...Michael Sullivan wanted to marry her and she takes off. Doug Reidel stole her savings and was stealing money from the hotel rooms where she worked in order to support his cocaine habit.She heads to Nantucket to start anew and ends up working in an environment that she is not familiar with...the Blue Bistro. She has never in her life waited tables and now all of a sudden she is the hostess for an EXTREMELY popular restaurant that is closing at the end of the summer. The majority of the novel revolves around the events that happen at the restaurant...from the staff to the dining guests. A key component of the story is the interesting triangle between Fiona, Thatcher, and Adrienne. Fiona is the chef of the restaurant and seems to have a unique hold over Thatcher. Despite this hold, Thatcher seems to have feelings for Adrienne. Throughout the final season at the Blue Bistro, these relationships unfold to create a truly interesting story.Elin Hilderbrand has a unique ability to pull you in and make you a part of the story. Even after I finished the book , I continued to wonder...will Adrienne have a real relationship with Thatcher or would his love/fascination for Fiona always overshadow him?
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
When you read a book, you need to find characters that have redeeming qualities. I couldn't find in this book. Nice descriptions of restaurant food. I liked two other books by Hilderbrand. This one not so much.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Love the Blue Bistro!! Couldn't put it down. Had tears in my eyes at the end!! If you've read any of Elin Hildebrand's books and want another, this is a must read!!!
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