Rich girl...poor girl? Jo was the apple of her foster-mother's eye- although Mrs Abinger had never told Jo she was adopted, nor had she resolved the mystery surrounding Jo's background. Then Jo discovers the truth and is off on a wild search for her real identity...
There were two alternatives: either she was an abandoned foundling, or she was the wealthy, cherished niece of Sir Rodney Cope. At first, Jo knew which she wanted to be...There was a lot of heartache before she found out where she truly belonged.
I do like a lot of MD's novels and I read this one many years ago. Now, years later, it has not stood the test of time, for me. I think in the hands of a better narrator, it might have been possible for me to complete the listen but I can't bear her voice any more. What I assume is her natural speaking voice - the Irish accent she uses for all the non-quote/speeches - is alright, if an odd choice for a novel set very firmly in England. And she can do posh English really well. But the bewildering array of cockney/Devonian/other un-named probably fictional English regions that she brings out are painful. Grating, with weird timings and inflections - I have had to give up.
The story is also not stacking up for me. I had forgotten the details, it being so long ago that I first read it but I just don't care about Joy/Josephine, in fact (I have abandoned her at a still tender age, maybe she will improve, I will never know) I don't like her. Or her adoptive mum and dad, or any of their friends. But mainly I can't bear the narrator to drag me through another lengthy spell of guttural estuary-English a la Dick Van Dyke, in which nothing happens except some more bacon is sliced or a pudding is boiled.
Boring. Annoying. Waste of a credit.