Somewhat better than [book:Favourite of the Gods], to which it is a sequel. Young Flavia spends a summer alone in the French countryside and falls in love with first a painter's wife and then a dangerous and unsuitable beauty. Flavia's sophomoric certainties are painfully apt, but like its predecessor this book's attempts to speak elliptically of its center only end up leaving one feeling empty. You can tell by the end that Flavia's relationships with Constanza and Anna are supposed to be the subtext of her relationships with Therese and Andree, but Constanza and Anna never come quite clear.
I also found the villain--and there is a villain--profoundly unconvincing.