A Song For Summer

I love Eva Ibbotson's books.
This is one of her romance novels. It's not soppy, not purple, and there is practically no sex, and almost no kissing either, but it is lovely. :-)
Her love of Austria comes forth strongly in this one as well as in the others. I would really love to go there and see these places she talks so highly about. I wonder how much of her Austria still exists. :-)
I love the ending. :-D It was to be expected, but also clicked in place so perfectly and timely. I'm just sorry that the house burned, and Marek was being an idiot for a while, there, but I suppose things like that happen.