A photographer shooting covered bridges in Iowa meets a farmer's wife whose family is away for a week and they fall for each other.
I read this in the mid 1990s but have no memory of it. It did not strike any emotional chords and in fact I found myself wondering at times what some of the purpler passages actually meant. It's obviously a favourite of the woman who chose it for our book club and uniting truth and tact is going to be difficult.