Just how accurate is the new
Netflix Christmas film about a bestselling
New York author who buys a crumbling Scottish castle and falls for its laird? Only one woman is qualified to judge
It is nice to know there are only two bicycling novelists who live in a Scottish castle, one being me and the other being Brooke Shields. (Before anyone gets too class-war-y, if you own a two-bedroom flat in any part of the south-east, it is almost certainly worth more than our crumbly old place in Fife.)
As a novelist, I write Scotland-based romances, often set at Christmas, because I love them. And every year I hope that Netflix might just option one and make it. But what have they done instead? They have only gone and made a ridiculous film about my real life.