This book started out well enough, but it took a long time for things to happen and for the girls to move to Paris. The chapters jumped from a couple months to a couple years, and it was very jarring. For instance, one minute Clementine is a strong-willed 16 year old who has no interest in getting married, then you turn the page to see it's a year later and she's unhappily married to a Duc. Ummm....ok.
And I must say, Clementine as a married young woman is COMPLETELY unlikable. She's childish and immature. She CHOSE to marry the Duc (even though she was in love with someone else), yet she doesn't want any part of marital relations and seems put out by the fact that her husband expects it. Fine. Sex with your husband back then wasn't always fun, I get it. However I totally lost all respect and patience for her when she had the gall to ask her husband for a huge sum of money (to lend to a friend in need), yet refused to tell him what it was for. Then when he came to her that night expecting to get some, she rebuffed him yet again! Is it really any surprise he lost his cool?? He just handed over a large bag of cash not knowing what it was for, and she STILL refuses to do her wifely duties, whining about how she's too young (she's 18)...well she wasn't too young to marry one of the richest men in France! It's a shame...I really liked Clementine in the beginning, but I could barely tolerate her in the end. And her sister, Eliza, just turned into a shrew. She was really nasty by the end of the story.
Overall, the book wasn't terrible, but more of a silly little story about silly little English girls whose mother is obsessed with finding them titled husbands. Then shocker...things don't work out quite the way they hoped. This book may be styled after Edith Wharton's 'The Buccaneers', but it doesn't compare AT ALL. I don't know that I'd recommend this to anyone since it's such a frivolous, mindless read, but maybe as something to take to the beach or on an airplane. It's not a book that requires much attention, so it's good for killing time I guess.