As a devoted reader of Rosamunde Pilcher I started watching Shades of Love with relish. I was soon aghast at the mostly awful, wooden acting. I watched it to the bitter end full of disbelief that Rosamunde Pilcher could have written such drivel. However, as explained by another well informed reviewer this is someone else's imagined sequel to Rosamunde Pilcher's wonderful "September". That also explains why I've never come across Shades of Love in novel form.
Review of This September
