Baking fanatic, Charlie Quilter, is surprised when her late uncle bequeaths his vintage bus to her in his will. Charlie thinks it will be the perfect mobile café for afternoon tea, and when her friend, Juliette, suggests Charlie comes to stay with her in the picturesque Cornish village of Porthgolow, she’s thrilled at the chance of a new start.
Charlie and her cute dog, Marmite, make new friends wherever their bus stops – except for the attractive but reclusive owner of the posh spa up on the hill, Daniel Harper, who isn’t very pleased that her bus is parked outside his lovely hotel.
Has Charlie’s Cornish dream developed a soggy bottom? Or can she convince Daniel that her bus could be the start of something wonderful for the little village – and for them?
What does TWG think?
Please say that I’m not the only one who thought of Kiki Dee and Elton John after read the title of this book?!
Don’t go baking my heart,
I couldn’t if I fried,
Honey when I get restless,
Baby you’re not that kind…of sponge.
Don’t go baking my heart,
You take the weight off me….scales,
Honey when you knock on my door,
You make me burn my cake, you ass…
Yes? No? Anywhoooooo!
Usually when I see yet another book is set in Cornwall, I roll my eyes to the skies. However, CORNWALL COME AT ME BABY!! And bring Gerti!
What a fabulous opening to an extremely promising series! ‘Don’t Go Baking My Heart’ follows the journey of Charlie, Marmite and Gerti, as she attempts to find her new vocation in life. Is Charlie cut out for more than cutting cake instead of baking her own? She wants to try, especially as her uncle left her his bus after he passed away. It would be simple enough to turn the bus into something foody…right?
Charlie has the weight of the world on her shoulders as she struggles to find a happy medium between keeping Hal’s memory alive, being there for her grieving father, and taking time out to think about her own life. I was glad that she had Juliette behind her, and I was in hysterics at Charlie’s response to one of the Cornish locals opinion on her bus. My goodness what a snobby man that Mr.Harper is!!
As this is the start of a series, the length of the book is novella sized, aka short and sweet. There are three more parts to follow, and I for one cannot wait to tickle my tastebuds with more treats from Charlie’s bus.
Cressida McLaughlin made this story come alive as though she had the recipe for perfection down to an art. ‘Don’t Go Baking My Heart’ really is the Victoria to my sponge; I couldn’t have wished for anything more (except part 2 of course). Bloomin’ delightful!