Until about a fourth of the way from the end, I was thinking this was one of Marton's best books. David and Joanna were on the verge of divorce when an accident left Joanna with amnesia. Feeling responsible towards her, he only tells her that they're married, not that they were splitting up. And he discovers that Joanna without her memory is once again the fun loving, companionable homebody he married, not the pampered, materialistic society matron she'd become in the past few years.For an amnesia story, this felt surprisingly realistic. I believed in their marriage and their love for each other. There are plenty of clues as to what went wrong, which is why I was so disappointed when the narration became incredibly unsubtle. Even with that, it was an excellent story.