Miss Eleanor Southeran was reliably informed that independence of mind was not a desirable quality in a young lady. But, convinced that she could not love any of the fashionable fribbles of the Ton, Eleanor had so far evaded matrimony. Meeting Mr. Jonas Guthrie, a forthright, coolly cynical gentleman, was a refreshing change–until the scandal that surrounded his name was revealed. Believing herself deceived about his character, Eleanor intended never to see him again. But Jonas had other plans for her. . . .
Sylvia is a great reader, whose preference in fiction is for thrillers and historical romances. She married Simon Andrew, the boy next door, and they have one daughter, Catherine, who is married and works in London. Catherine lives in Maidenhead quite near the river, and they have a small house in Normandy, which they visit whenever they can. They are great travelers — from a shopping weekend in Paris to a three week tour of Vietnam on a bicycle!
They both took early retirement and now live in the West Country with their dog and cat. Simon is an active town councillor in Crewkerne, and very well-known there. Until Sylvia retired she was busy to write, Teaching full-time as vice principal of a large comprehensive sixth form college, while also running a house and a family didn't really give her much time. She never attempted to have anything published before she sent in her first historical romance to Mills & Boon, in the days when the series was called "Masquerade." She was somewhat flabbergasted — though absolutely delighted — when it was accepted. Perdita first appeared in 1991, and she is still surprised at the idea of herself as a writer.
Non so se le mie quattro stelle (il massimo, per me, per questo genere di letteratura) siano dovute al reale valore di questo 'romance', o alla mia disperazione di fronte allo scarsissimo livello delle ultime mie letture Regency/Victorian. Comunque, la storia mi è piaciuta: ho trovato il plot abbastanza avvincente, i personaggi nel complesso coerenti (l'eroina, avrebbe detto Aristotele, "coerentemente incoerente"...), la ricostruzione storica plausibile, o almeno senza eccessivi svarioni, e la scrittura gradevole e accattivante. Ho trovato un nuovo 'tesoro'? Lo spero. Ah, mi accorgo ora di trovarmi, una volta di più, fuori dal coro.