Katharina Stuart, nicknamed Kat, has a pretty normal life. She has a great job in London writing for a magazine and comes home every night to her beautiful apartment and her fiancé John. Most people would envy her, but Kat has always felt like something is missing from her life…
After being assigned a new set of stories, from which she is struggling to gain any enthusiasm, Kat is given a new lead on an old property for sale called ‘Northfield’. It intrigues her that the old butler still lives there and she finds a flurry of excitement that this could be her new story, so proceeds to try and get him to agree to an interview. Northfield does not disappoint in any way. It is old, in beautiful grounds and the grandeur it radiates has Kat captivated from the moment she arrives.
She befriends the charming George who still lives there, and as he gains her trust he allows the story of how he came to live there to unfold. He is not alone in the house, and his unbelievable tale of witches, magic and spells makes Kat begin to question her own beliefs…
It’s not long before Kat experiences the magic of Northfield first hand, and as she spends more time with the occupants of the old house she so desperately wants to help her new friends. But in doing so, her relationship with John becomes strained, with the added complication of Nadine, his work colleague…
Will Kat decide to follow her heart and her dreams, or follow her head and the voice of reasoning? Whatever path she chooses, she knows that her decision will change her life forever. A Different Reflection is a modern day fairytale that captures the lives of regular people alongside romance and fantasy.
A Different Reflection es un libro que si te lo piensas mucho te das cuenta que no lo disfrutaste tanto como creíste una vez que acabas el libro.
Leí este libro hace más de un año por lo que quizás no esté recordando bien, y mis apuntes se perdieron así que voy a guiarme únicamente de lo que mi cerebro me manda en emociones. Recuerdo que hubo un uso excesivo de signos de admiración, no hay nada que me irrite más que eso. Me pone nerviosa que un libro me grite tanto
