The London house was a decently written story about a young woman who went halfway across the world to do research on her family history. As much as I wanted to love this I couldn’t. First off I love a good story inside of a story but when you put like a couple sentences for the MAIN story and then jump back into the “letters” of the other story it gets over whelming. Like I really got to know the people inside of the letters but what about the ACTUAL characters. At times it was boring and hard to follow.