What I liked about this book:
The heroine - the lovely Mrs St. Vincent was sweet, caring and feisty. She held her own against our arrogant, over-privileged hero and didn't budge an inch no matter how hard he tried to strong arm her into selling her bookshop. I also loved how she handled her circumstances -- being a woman of great ambition and intellect trying to carve out her own path in a deeply patriarchal society -- with graceful stride. She was very much the modern woman of her time, a suffragette, but she didn't come across as cold or bitter and most importantly, didn't possess an irrational hatred of men.
Feminist undertones - this might come as a surprise to those who are familiar with my sentiments toward (modern) feminism. Being a woman myself, I'm very much for women's advancement, but I don't consider myself a feminist. Normally when romance authors attempt to address the movement through their books I'm often left with a bad taste in my mouth rather than a willingness to take up the cause. This book was different. It wasn't too up in your face. It didn't condemn the women who wanted love and family instead of going out into the workforce. This might be ironic to say since this is indeed a romance novel (where love is the cornerstone of its existence), but I've read many such books where this was in fact the case; where the heroine's commitment to the hero didn't seem genuine due to her belief that all men were essentially oppressive, sexist pricks who don't care about women. I personally don't share this belief (and it is exactly for this reason why I'd never endorse modern feminism) so its hard for me to sympathize with a heroine who has these feelings. Thankfully, with the heroine of this book, this was not the case.
What I didn't like so much:
The hero - this is a first because even though they're often selfish, led-by-their-cocks bastards, Johnson's heroes have always had redeemable qualities that eventually won me over. In fact, it's not that I don't like Fitz. I like him, but the major difference between him and some of her other heroes is that this guy fucked around just for sport. While other Johnson heroes had either a tortured past or were dealing with some sort of trauma which could perhaps excuse their perverse sexual exploits, Groveland had no such excuse. The guy just love wagging his willy. There were some brief mentions of a not so wonderful childhood, but the guy is so spoiled and pampered that he seemed to have passed through that stage of his life relatively unscathed. Rosalind's first impression of him was that he's a selfish, over-privileged oaf with far too many YES people around him and I completely agree. Of course, he has his good side as well. For eg, he loves his mommy dearest, compensates his servants handsomely and lavish his many lovers with priceless jewels. But still, if I'm to deal with a hero that sleeps around even AFTER he has met (and slept with) our heroine, please don't have him run around just because he can! It's disrespectful to our heroine -- especially when she's a great heroine like Rosa -- and to us, the readers!
The sex scenes - it is very, very unusual for me to walk away from a Johnson sex scene with deep feelings of indifference. I mean, this just does NOT happen. This woman has been writing erotic romance long before it became fashionable and mainstream. In fact, this is the very reason Johnson shot to fame amongst the readership. Her stories resonated with those who preferred to have our sex scenes described in vivid detail. So it was with great disappointment that I just did not feel pulled into the action.
Conclusion:
I love Susan Johnson. I love everything about her work -- her writing is sophisticated and beautiful, and she has produced some of the most amazing love stories I've ever had the pleasure to read. Her heroes are HAWTTTT and alpha to the max. Just the way I like them. And her heroines are feisty and loyal. I'll always be a fan, but unfortunately I think Johnson's heyday has passed. Compared to some of her earlier works, this book felt like Johnson was scratching at the surface of her own greatness. Everything felt half done to me: the writing wasn't as sharp and vivid, and while likable in their own right, the characters weren't as tautly drawn, and finally the main historical event (the fledgling women's rights movement) driving the story was not properly fleshed out. I don't know what it is, if its because of old age or because Johnson has attained a certain amount of acclaim she longer sees the purpose of going all out, but in the past when presenting any historical event Johnson was always thorough, even providing footnotes as to where we can read more about a given topic or issue. So while Gorgeous As Sin has the usual Johnson trademarks, much was left to be desired. I'm hoping Sexy as Hell will be better, but I won't hold my breath.
It's so sad when authors relax the standards that made them great. I'm a very loyal reader. Once I find an author who writes the type of stories I like to read, I stick with them for life, but lately I've just been very disappointed with what my favourite authors have been putting out. Laura Kinsale, another of my favs, was also not up to par with her latest novel, Lessons in French, and to add insult to injury the woman writes a new book every 10 years! Talk about torturing your fans!!! Hopefully Susan Johnson won't go down this path, for while her later offerings aren't as impressive I'd much rather read what she has to offer instead of the wholly underwhelming series of historicals being published these days.