Sanctuary by Nora Roberts Piatkus, HK$100 Nora Roberts is the sort of writer that noses were made to look down at. Not content with selling millions of crime novels (as J.D. Robb), she sells even more as Nora Roberts writing romance fiction. God forbid Nora and J.D. ever go out on a date: their crime-romance hybrid would probably outsell Mao. You don't sell as many books as Roberts does without considerable talent, as Sanctuary proves in its 483 pages. Falling somewhere between her usual genres, the plot is a mildly smoochy gothic mystery: think of a slightly saccharine version of Daphne du Maurier's Rebecca. The road here isn't to Mandalay but the titular Sanctuary. This sounds like a drying-out clinic but is actually the childhood home of our heroine, Jo Ellen Hathaway, a photographer who finds herself dreaming about her formative residence, although night-maring would be a more appropriate verb. Jo spent the worst year of her life at the Sanctuary in the months after her mother disappeared. Then one day she is sent photographs, first of herself going about her life, and then of her mother, naked and very much dead. Creepy. Give Roberts a go. After all, 300 million readers can't be wrong.