skipping ahead to book 4. ( )

This wasn't for me. I didn't care much for this couple, (the hero was just kind of a pill all around, and the heroine was almost entirely comprised of being 'plain but cheerful'. It all felt quite plodding, and the dialogue made them seem kind of simple-minded. I'll continue with the series, but this was a rocky start for me. ( )

It is at least an honest book, if a simple one, a popular romance; it is not quite a romantic comedy of the ordinary degree of literariness—five times fast, literariness, literariness, Litter Harry Loch Ness—but it is not objectionable. I think something like this is a good supplement to Austen; although Jane was something of a literary watch-maker, complex things are made out of simple things, and anyway there’s always the dregs of Mansfield Park conformity to take into consideration, which I maintain to all comers is just like “The Lamp-lighter”, and would not have been remembered if it’d been written by another hand. The mere formality of convention is not desirable.

I say it is a good supplement to Jane, because even at the read-a-mass-market-or-maybe-play-chess stress-killing level of literariness, (even some teen or pop romantic comedies have a decent theme, and cannot be read properly without consideration, the way that playing chess against a computer or reading a mass market paperback does not—although obviously the literal publishing details are not infallible guides), there are differences between an honest modern romance of middling skill and Jane even when she did what she set out to do. Part of why people like Jane now is she did not feel the need (or the permission, perhaps), to cast a wide net, and talk even briefly about Roman Britain, (even though everybody did, at least a bit, in real life), or socially-caused stress, or unhappy marriages—of course, sometimes she flits along the outside, but Jane does not say simply, Joe acts one way before and another after the wedding, because Joe is a humbug, or even the most insipid sorts of ordinary complaints about “men” (man-system man, only you must not think so much), as even ordinary women sometimes make very ordinarily. Or, of course, sex between married people….

Trying to make porn or even something objectionable out of text-only materials (no images, no music plus song lyrics), is probably possible but relatively difficult, and Mary is not trying. The reason why classical molds appeal to romance writers is that they want to be decent, sometimes even earnestly. So there is some sex, and it’s nice; we should all have some, I don’t know, healthy fantasies, if we are not unusually still and silent about sex (even internally), as bad fantasies are not so good. But it’s not drivel, you know; some of it is just easy reading, (“easy listening”), and not especially fantastic, since life is the endless in-between in between those special moments.

…. Although it’s actually kinda a sad book—happy sad happy sad. Girlie is so sad.

But never forget, that if you trace it back far enough, it’s some woman’s fault for giving birth. :P

….

—Hello, I’d like to return these shoes; the wings don’t work on them; I can’t fly in them, and—hang on.
—*eating grass*
—Goosie, goosie! Nest, goosie, nest! Goosie!
—Heh, heh!
—Goosie, come! Goosie, nest!
—*waddles off*
—That’s right, goosie—begone! Don’t make me chase you away! This is My lake, and I am as constant as the northern star, as Shakespearean as the Regency rich, and as—are you listening to me?

La primera novela de la serie de los Huxtable. La aldea de Throckbridge está conmocionada desde hace unos días. La llegada desde Londres de Elliott Wallace, el irresistible vizconde Lyngate, es el principal motivo. Su misión en calidad de tutor de un joven e indomable duque no le impedirá hallar otros pasatiempos, como intentar casarse con Margaret Huxtable, la hermana mayor del duque. Ella podría vigilar de cerca la presentación en sociedad de sus hermanas menores y él obtendría una esposa muy adecuada a sus necesidades. Pero Vanessa, la hermana mediana, no opina lo mismo. Porque Margaret ama en realidad a otro hombre. Así que Vanessa se propondrá –tremendo sacrificio– como esposa del apuesto Elliott. Mientras la extraña pareja se pone de acuerdo sobre cómo llegar al lecho conyugal, va a desvelarse un secreto del pasado: uno que relaciona a Elliott con los Huxtable.

I didn't care for it. In fact I almost quit reading it numerous times, thinking it was a waste of my time.

The dialogue at the beginning of the story was elementary. It felt forced, as if perfect human beings were having a scripted conversation.

The hero and heroine were unappealing. I felt the author continually told you how you should feel about them, despite their words or actions didn't work well with how the author wanted you to feel about them.

The author was very repetitive. Going back to same cliched reasons why I should feel sorry for the hero/heroine.

Frequently the text seemed disjointed, even within scenes. I wondered if the author forgot the line of thought she was going down, and decided to pick up another topic. ( )