After nearly 25 years, it was time to pick this Bad Girl up again and see if it was as awesome as I remembered. The very first bodice ripper my tenderAfter nearly 25 years, it was time to pick this Bad Girl up again and see if it was as awesome as I remembered. The very first bodice ripper my tender eyes absorbed, it titillated this 12-year-old and burned into my memory, and I quickly re-read it in high school. But it's been a long road since 15 and I wondered, "Would it hold up?"
Well, yes and no.
First, Skye is the Biggest MarySue that ever MarySued. I didn't hate her, but she wasn't the awesome alpha wench character that I remembered. She's absolutely fucking perfect at absolutely everything she does, and the only men who aren't intimidated by a woman of such amazing superior intellect and learning are secure in their own masculinity. Her perfecty perfectiousness wasn't enough to induce rage, but only mild annoyance. The scenes of her tossing her midnight-blue tresses, flashing green eyes (and don't forget her fucking heart-shaped face), and so on only made me eyeroll with some lulzy chuckles. Because I'm ready to give this book plenty of latitude since...
...it's my "first" and you never forget your "first" - it warpsforms your future loves and expectations of the genre...
...and the batshittery is crazy as fuck. Bertrice threw everything into this book. Everything.
Forced marriage. Sodomy. Incest. Amnesia. Lecherous pervs. Epic feud with royalty. Attempted bestiality (some reviewers seem to think it actually happened - not so!)...
...And The Longest Separation EVER of a Hero and Heroine. (Almost the entire fucking book!) That's ballsy, Bertrice. I approve.
This was one of the funnest re-reads I've ever had - despite the 20 year gap, as stuff happened, I remembered it. Events. Singular quotes:
"I cannot help it, pet, you're the most damnably tempting piece, and I want to bury myself deep in you."
XD Oh Geoffrey, you sweet-talker.
The only thing that really got on my nerves was the constant costume porn, and now that I'm aware of the Huff-Wilde tendency, those obligatory and insanely boring passages caused some eye-glazing. Also the food porn. Every meal was described, every course. I find that I have no patience for such obvious filler, but when it's balanced with Spanish noblewoman nymphos working as prostitutes, assassination plots in harems, and Skye improbably rising to the surface of every catastrophe like an immaculately dressed turd, it's all worth it.