O Father Ambrosio, stop Monking around!

This book was quite a surprise. Yes, there are all sorts of hypocritical Monk-y debauchery and lustful, euphemism-filled scenes. But there are also two romantic subplots that filled with action, swashbuckling heroes, damsels in distress and deceit. All three stories end up intertwining in unexpected ways.

Did more people in olden times have prosopagnosia, or what? Why was it so damn easy to disguise yourself?

I had all sorts of naughty fun reading even more filthiness between the lines of the book. I can see why it got Lewis renounced as MP. Naughty, naughty man. But thanks for giving us such a fun book!

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I just wanted to update my review with a list of the cool words I found in The Monk:

* probity: integrity and uprightness; honesty.
* opprobrium: the disgrace or the reproach incurred by conduct considered outrageously shameful; infamy.
* Mountebank: a person who sells quack medicines, as from a platform in public places, attracting and influencing an audience by tricks, storytelling, etc.
* perfidy: deliberate breach of faith or trust; faithlessness; treachery: perfidy that goes unpunished.
* iniquity: gross injustice or wickedness.
* prolix: extended to great, unnecessary, or tedious length; long and wordy.