Night Music is my first Jojo Moyes book and I am thoroughly disappointed. I was expecting something along the lines of Nicholas Sparks. The story follows a widow with her two children. Isabel is as helpless and naive as a child, to a point where she ignores her children to a degree bordering on child neglect. Her husband dies in an accident. The fmaily is forced to leave their expensive lifestyle behind and move to the country, where the drama around the Spanish house takes place. The Delancys inherit (plothole #1) the ramshackle house. The lovely neighbours, the McCarthys, picturing the dumbest housewive in literature and a handsome (unfortunately a psychopath) husband and a teenage son, want the house too. (plothole#2) The random estate agent (cz Mrs McCarthy needs a love story too) wants the house too. And let's not forget the ex-convict with the sexy hips and cute dogs (he, for a change, is not interessted in the house) The plot devices get repetitive: everyone has a crush on everyone. Everybody is cheating. All of them are emotional drama queens. I liked the gay shopkeers! That's that. The story takes nearly half of the book to get going. Everything leading up to "the action parts" just drags and drags, the house demolition and Isabels inner misery. We get so many POVs that I stopped caring right after the first chapters. It ends with a big drama. Way over the top, with the side-plot tied up so dumb, I get cramps thinking it was conjured in a female head. I think that was my last Moyes book for this year.