1.5 stars, maybe 2 if I’m feeling generous
This went from kind of charming to cutesy to unlikely to unbelievable to histrionics, before settling down into merely repetitive and annoying. The female main character acted like a child in a woman’s body—the beautiful, well-dowered, slightly spoiled and spirited daughter of an earl (and, boy, the ground was thick with earls in this book)—who aspired to spinsterhood and cat ownership. WITH HER PARENTS’ SUPPORT AND APPROVAL. Snort. As if. The male main character (yes, an earl) had a big secret, an illegitimate daughter, so he could never, ever marry. Yeah, right, because every single unattached female in the universe would be mean to her. Snort. As if.
A lot of nonsense that would never happen happened, and thoughts that would never be thought were thought. Fortune hunters traveled in packs and acted like teenage girls outside the arena door at a Beatles concert. Then a big, huge, endoftheworld scandal was uncovered and four women tried to start a revolution because they were targets of a wager. Feminism roars. All I can say is if that’s the worst thing that ever happens to these women they are very, very lucky.
There was the occasional reference to time and place, i.e. an acceptable number of dances allotted to one man at a ball, but mostly people did and said whatever they wanted to say or do. So historical? Only a passing resemblance.