Just the cover of Hannah Rothschild’s The Improbability of Love brought me to my knees, even though I haven’t read it in the year that I have owned it. Plus, I had heard great things about the book. So of course, when the author’s new book came out, I became excited. And when Bloomsbury India granted me the review request, I literally squealed! Thing is, disappointment doesn’t warn you before it strikes. That’s probably why some are so hard to digest. And this one, House of Trelawney, is one such.