Karla's Reviews > Angel in Scarlet
by Jennifer Wilde, T.E. Huff
bookshelves: historical-romance, theatre, bodice-ripper, actors-and-actresses, cover-artists-elaine-duillo, did-not-finish, bataan-death-march-of-boring, grammar-and-technical-malfeasance
Wilde's somewhat of a better author than Lindsey. He can describe a scene better, even though it veers more towards a bland checklist of what's in the picture than a real evocation of it. His characters are a bit deeper and less annoying, but not by much. Whereas Lindsey has her heroes and heroines flail around like schizophrenics, Wilde keeps his characters on an even keel, not really varying the tone of his scenes (except the sex, where the prose sails into the purple stratosphere). Their inner thoughts might be explored more (thanks to his use of the 1st person POV), but despite all the pages upon pages to produce a growing character, the heroines have remained remarkable static and monochrome. Angie Howard started out strong, but she didn't grow at all - even though she went through significant emotional turmoil in those first 200 pages.
I did like the #1 hero Hugh - a broody bastard with a chip on his shoulder - but it simply wasn't enough to keep me hooked to stay with it over the long haul. I lost patience with the lack of plot, the lack of character development, and the damn run-on sentences. When Wilde wants to convey action, he forgets about that thing called "the period" and just throws in a bunch of "and"s and commas. You could pass out if you read them aloud. It'd be one thing if the sentences were interesting and ornate, but it's more along the lines of "and then he grabbed me and I felt faint and he kissed me, his lips hard against mine, and I felt the blood rush to my head and then..." Arrgh. Shoot me. D:
Wilde also writes to a template: multiple heroes, no real plot, a meandering linear path of the heroine, name-dropping, and a fill-in-the-blanks form for hair and costume that gets trotted out whenever someone shows up in a scene. The repetition was noticeable in Dare To Love and drove me nuts. I was hoping that it was an early book and therefore kind of rough in the writing department.
Nope. It's still here. And just as obnoxious.
||2.0%||"I'm enjoying Angie's voice far better than Carlotta's in Dare To Love. Yay, because I didn't want Wilde to be a total author fizzle." 10 comments|
||14.0%||"I've gotten down the whole "skim over the mandatory boring costume porn paragraph" as soon as I see it. Worst flaw of Wilde's IMO. But the rest is good. I like Angie's interaction with her dad, and the bitchy stepsisters." 12 comments|
"I swallowed, AND then the darkness swallowed me AND I tossed AND turned AND my hair was wet AND my chemise was soaked AND I opened my eyes AND saw Solonge standing at the side of my bed, all blurry, standing in the haze, AND then I was dry AND shivering AND there were covers over me AND I tossed them off AND cried out AND opened my eyes again AND saw Father.
I feel like I'm reading "legolas by laura." O__o" 9 comments
"And with this, I bid this book adieu...
I stiffened and tried to pull away and his fingers tightened on the back of my neck and he curled his other arm around my waist and drew me up against him and held me tightly and his body was strong and muscular and warm and the contact caused me to shudder and again I tried to pull away and he chuckled, holding me fast, and then he tilted his head and kissed me and... (cont)" 10 comments