Yeah...the synopsis sounded promising until I got to about the third page and the heroine was thinking to herself that her cunt was throbbing and herYeah...the synopsis sounded promising until I got to about the third page and the heroine was thinking to herself that her cunt was throbbing and her clit twitching.
Call me a prude, but I STILL don't like that word. And I like it even less when it's a woman referring to her own ladybits that way. Blech.
Not my cuppa, as they say. Onwards and upwards!...more
I got to 35% before I admitted that I did not like this at all. I can get past lots of, shall we say, "idiosyncrasies" in someone's writing but tOMG.
I got to 35% before I admitted that I did not like this at all. I can get past lots of, shall we say, "idiosyncrasies" in someone's writing but this book took the cake.
When the narrative contains sentences that say "she done gone and did" something I have to draw the line. Being from the south is one thing, but REALLY? I can put up with characters that talk that way (and I work with a lady that says "this here" and "that there", UGH) but in the prose itself??????
Cardboard characters, juvenile dialog, shitty punctuation, no character development...I'm wearing that "WHAT THE FUCK" face again.
And how the hell this book got on my kindle I have NO idea. Dear God, I hope it was free.
1 star. And again, only because GR won't let me go lower....more
I hate to admit it, but I really don't know everything. (Whew! That was really hard. I feel like the Fonz trying to say 'sorry'.)
I don't know beans abI hate to admit it, but I really don't know everything. (Whew! That was really hard. I feel like the Fonz trying to say 'sorry'.)
I don't know beans about the wives of Henry VIII, other than the fact that Anne Boleyn begat Elizabeth I then lost her head, Jane Seymour died (only to be reincarnated as that actress from Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman), Catherine of Aragon was the mother of Bloody Mary, and it seems as though all of them were related to or worked for each other. A rather incestuous bunch, it seems to me; Henry mustn't have liked to stray far for his diversions.
Anyway, Six of One is a unique take on the story of these six women, presented in the form of a tongue in cheek time-travel romance. Dolly, a history professor, is about to marry Harry, a man who has six exes. She chokes on a nut at her bachelorette party and wakes up in a castle in Tudor England, with Henry VIII's six wives surrounding her.
What I read of this book was amusing and light-hearted, clever and very clearly a spoof. I very reluctantly stopped reading it for one reason, and one reason only:
I HAD NO FREAKING IDEA WHO ANY OF THE WOMEN WERE!
Some were the main six, some were relatives of theirs, some were relatives of Henry's, some were ladies in waiting, I had no clue. Same with the present day. I didn't know enough about the actual characters to appreciate the cleverness of the puns, the plays on their names or their characters.
DAMN. I feel like I'm missing a good book here, but I'm too tired to learn that much about the Reformation period and Tudor England for the sake of one book. Perhaps if more historical romances were set in this period.....
No likey the story, the characters, the writing and me especially no likey the word cunt. I know, this is erotica, but I still don't likeMe no likey.
No likey the story, the characters, the writing and me especially no likey the word cunt. I know, this is erotica, but I still don't like the word. And it's everywhere.
I'm afraid this author just isn't for me. This is one of the rare cases where I'm going to abide by the "if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all" adage. Especially as I didn't finish the book.
There were some things that bothered me about the portion of the book that I DID read. Of course, those were why I quit reading, and I'd be happy to chat about them if anyone's interested.
So I'm home sick with a terrible cold and thought to myself, self, you need to read something pleasant. Perhaps a re-read of a book you love? Nope, diSo I'm home sick with a terrible cold and thought to myself, self, you need to read something pleasant. Perhaps a re-read of a book you love? Nope, did that yesterday with Goddess of the Hunt. Aaah, LOVE that book. Maybe I'll try one I bought last week at the used book store. Like this one, "An Arranged Marriage". Sounds promising.
My first inclination that this book was going to be a BIT different was the rape at the beginning. Notice I said rape, not forced seduction. This is a drugged, forced against her will with others in the room holding her down rape.
The heroine has a repugnant brother, who has gambled away his inheritance and seeks to get his hands on Eleanor's. He has set up a marriage for Eleanor to one of his drinking buddies (Eleanor describes him as smelling like a corpse) and in order to get that done he drugs Eleanor. He then drugs another man, Lord Stainbridge - and threatens to expose his unnatural proclivities to society and offers him a valuable jade (threatens and bribes all at the same time, wow!) in order that he will bed his sister. Of course, he tells Lord Stainbridge she is a prostitute.
In the immortal words of Bill and Ted, "Whoa".
As if all that isn't enough, the next day Lord Stainbridge (feeling rather icky, to say the least) goes to the brother's home to spy and catches the woman he raped the night before just as she is about to throw herself into the river. He brings her back to his home, where he spins a tale about his twin brother and how HE was the one who raped her, and that he will make his brother marry her.
Lord Stainbridge sends a letter to the Earl of Stainbridge (his twin) and confesses all to him. Then asks him to marry Eleanor and threatens to cut him off if he doesn't.
At this point, I'm thinking - woohoo! This is going to be different, maybe a bit twisted, and finally, I can recommend a book to Karla (Mossy Love Grotto) that she'll actually like.
Not to be, alas. That first bit must have just been a tease.
They get married, have some wooden dialogue, some drawing-room repartee, some really boring sex, then, we find out he's a spy (of sorts) and is expected to recommence an affair with an ex-lover to extract some secrets for the government. So he leaves her at home with all of his school friends (after telling them all to keep her busy, as they ALL know he is off schtupping his ex for his country).
No more mention of the gay brother, or her brother. Wait, the gay brother shows up for dinner and is all snarky with everyone for no reason I can tell. Is he a bad guy, or just repressed, misunderstood and miserable?
I actually liked a couple of the hero's friends more than I liked the hero. She should have cheated on him with either of them. That might have made the book more interesting.
Oh well, when I left these silly people Eleanor was expecting, Nicholas was spending all of his time with his former mistress, and I couldn't have cared less how it all ended up. What happened to her brother in the end? What about the closeted twin? I'll leave that for a day when I have absolutely NOTHING else to read, or for someone to send me a message and tell me.
I could, I suppose, force myself to read it then write a long snarky rant about how much I hate books like this, butOh, I am so done with this book.
I could, I suppose, force myself to read it then write a long snarky rant about how much I hate books like this, but that's hardly fair. It's like shooting fish in a barrel and kinda mean-spirited. Or like pulling on a hangnail then complaining about it hurting.
I think Kieran Kramer is probably a good writer. (I won't even get started on the titles; that's a rant for another day.) The little bit I did read seemed to be well-written. It started off quite well: you meet the heroine just as she has caused her sister's fiance and his brother to come to blows over a poem she has written; she is shipped off to boarding school and the brother off to the Navy. Years later they still hate each other. But then this happens:
Harry and three of his bachelor buddies are flaked out in the games room of their gentlemen's club bemoaning the soon-to-be-married state of one of them. Then, voila, the fireplace shoves aside to reveal a secret passage and out comes a fat guy in an expensive outfit with a chippy on his arm. He starts to speak and they realize it is the Prince Regent himself! Drunk, of course. He does this speech about bachelorhood and makes a royal decree declaring the annual Impossible Bachelors wager, and the winner shall be granted an entire year of freedom from the trials and tribulations of marriage. One of the "Impossible Bachelors" is an Admiral in his Navy so he reassigns him (oh, FFS!!) to make sure he is present for the wager, and makes a further decree that those who cross the Prince Regent in his wish to see at least one of his bachelor subjects free from shameless pursuit shall forever be given the cut direct by His Royal Highness and his loyal subjects.
That was enough for me. I can suspend my disbelief as much as the next girl, but I just couldn't do it with this one.
Normally I love historical romances. I love the clothing, the way they speak, the beautiful homes, the pretty manners. I love it when a book I am reading immerses me in the history (without clubbing me over the head with it) so that I feel like I am right there. I like to learn about history while I am reading - whether it is about details of what it was like to live in 1814 or about the state of politicial relations with France. I like many different types of historical romances: I like the sweeping, grand sagas, the compelling, darker stories, the whimsical fairy-tale like stories, and the occasional frothy romp. I'll read about almost any historical period, although I seem to be partial to Georgian. I sometimes like books that make me laugh out loud while reading them, other times just the pleasure gained from just loving the way a story is being told is enough.
What I DON'T like is this: when you take an existing historical figure and insert them into the story for no reason other than to advance a premise THAT WOULD NEVER HAPPEN. Or at least I don't believe it could have happened. And I didn't. Not in the slightest. My reaction, IIRC, was a quite unladylike snort.
I don't know tons about the Regency period other than it seems to have been similar to the 80s (excess and ridiculousness by the upper class) and that "Prinny" was quite the piece of work. But I found it impossible to believe that scene, and it sets up the entire series.
So having said all of that I'm returning it to library. And making myself promise that I will not, however much I am tempted by the giggling, glowing reviews on GR, pick up one of these books again.
**This book ranks a 4/5 on the Teeth Grind-o-Meter. ...more
A plea to all of my GR friends: If you see me adding another one of these frothy, fluffy bits of wallpaper you are to stop me IMMEDIATELY and remind mA plea to all of my GR friends: If you see me adding another one of these frothy, fluffy bits of wallpaper you are to stop me IMMEDIATELY and remind me how much I don't like them.
Original comment January 16/11: I can't believe I checked this out of the library -- I usually avoid books like this just on principle. ...more
I give up. One of my resolutions this year is not to bother finishing a book that (a) is tons of work to read; and/or (b) I don't like. This one is moI give up. One of my resolutions this year is not to bother finishing a book that (a) is tons of work to read; and/or (b) I don't like. This one is mostly (a).
Kudos to Virginia Henley for all of her historical research but man, this book made my eyes cross. Historical name-dropping and the constant switching of names for titles becomes tiresome when you have to stop and think who it is she is talking about. The author crams historical events like the invasion of France, battles for the return of a hostage and about 10 different intrigues in Edward's court into about 20 pages. Where is the romance?! Oh yeah - buried in all of this high-school history homework.
Trying to keep track of the myriad main characters in this book simply became too much for me. I don't think I'm a stupid person (*holds hand up - no comments from the peanut gallery, please*) but also don't like to have to work this hard to read a romance novel.
My head hurts - I'm off to find a mindless, large-font historical-lite to make it feel better....more
BAILED at page 149. Life is too short for me to keep trying to like "literary fiction".
I don't like ANY of the characters in this book. If they werenBAILED at page 149. Life is too short for me to keep trying to like "literary fiction".
I don't like ANY of the characters in this book. If they weren't creepy and ick (the twins), they were ocd, dead, grieving or absent.
I might have fared better if I'd had some connection with someone in the story, but the only person I like at all is dead. And after flipping to the end to find out what eventually happens, she's not very nice either.
(**off I go, looking through my books for a nice, cheerful, HEA***)...more
I tried to read this book, I kinda really did! I just couldn't get interested in any of the characters. Perhaps it's just tI. JUST. COULD. CARE. LESS.
I tried to read this book, I kinda really did! I just couldn't get interested in any of the characters. Perhaps it's just this specific book, as I remember reading a few Victoria Holts when I was younger, usually in my parent's Reader's Digest Condensed books. Or maybe it was Mary Higgins Clark that I'm thinking of....oops.
Anyhow. I DNF'ed this one. I love the idea of a gothic tale, I just didn't care for this particular one. I did pick up a new favourite word though - PERFIDY! Which the heroine actually used in conversation.
I'm going to keep looking - I know there is a gothic out there for me. :)...more
Oh, what's wrong with me? I should be really liking this book and I just don't.
Here's the premise: book opens with hero in the Tower of London, on hisOh, what's wrong with me? I should be really liking this book and I just don't.
Here's the premise: book opens with hero in the Tower of London, on his way to his trial for the murder of his wife. Hmmm. Good start, I think.
Flashback one year -- heroine is on a Dutch trading ship on her way back to England from Australia when their ship is taken by Indonesian pirates. She and her daughter are separated and they are sold as slaves. Oooh, I think. This is different!
Hero is in the East Indies, on his last trading run before returning to England. On a royal visit he spies a European woman being sold at a slave auction and his Quaker sensabilities are outraged (Bing! first inkling I ain't gonna like it - I like my heroes with little to no morals) so he finagles a deal in which he can barter for her freedom. He is challenged by the sultan to an ancient game - roll the ivory dice 5 times and win all five challenges, one per day. The challenges are varied and most are life-or-death. A unique bond is forged between Gavin and Alexandra during the course of the 5 days and nights - she is brought to his room in a gilded cage and all of their interaction is through the bars.
The final challenge is the deal-breaker, and I won't go into it here. Intriguing (and titillating, and potentially sexy) as it is, this is where the book started to lose me. The hero hasn't been with a woman since his wife died in childbirth almost ten years before. He just doesn't believe in that stuff outside the confines of marriage and the only woman he had even been with was his wife. (Bing! Bing! Strike 2 - my heroes need to be experienced). All very admirable, of course, but where does that leave me, the reader!?!? It leaves me with no love scenes, that's where it leaves me!
In the hands of an author like Anne Stuart (my latest obession), Eloisa James, or any of many current writers, this would be no problem. There would be tension, there would be angst, there would be steam. There ain't none here. Maybe that's my problem - the writing. There's nothing grabbing me, pulling me in to the story and making me care about the two main characters. Gavin and Alexandra both seem to be very nice people who had a romantic adventure, but very nice only works for me in real life. Milquetoast, pleasant people don't make for compelling reading, imo. I'm not even really sure what they look like! The author hasn't really given me a whole lot to work with.
I've left the book at page 139. They are on their way back to England - Alex is worried about how she and her daughter will be received by society after being abducted, and Gavin has thrown out a proposal of marriage to Alex -- they have to, he says, because of what they did and his moral beliefs (again with these PRINCIPLES!).
I'm thinking there's lots of intrigue to come (the book opens with him on trial for Alex's murder) but I just can't stay interested. Dammit. I think I'll put it aside for a day when I'm not so picky. ...more