I remember simply adoring Victoria Holt's historical romance novels when I was a lonely and often supremely miserable teenager who desperately wanted to "go back in time" and marry (or at least meet and perhaps even rescue and reclaim) some haunted, misunderstood British monarch or Lord of the Manor. And I was thus rather sure I would likely still at the very least be willing and able to appreciate The Pride of the Peacock when I decided to reread in order to post a review.
Now The Pride of the Peacock was actually the very first Victoria Holt novel I ever did read, at around age thirteen or so, and in German translation, where it is titled Der Fluch der Opale (and thus a bit of a differently translated heading than the English original, basically having the meaning of the curse of the opals). And I literally snuck it out of my mother's bookshelf, as I was at that time desperate to read something, anything, in German, and had read and reread ALL of the German language children's literature I had taken along to Canada when we immigrated in 1976. But while this time around, I did still at least somewhat enjoy The Pride of the Peacock, by the end of the story, the woefully formulaic writing, the fact that I basically knew almost from when Jessica first arrived in Australia who the guilty party, the person responsible for the strange occurrences that were happening would be, that Jessica would not only get her man, but that her first born would also and of course be a son (a longed for heir), all of this did kind of begin to grate more than a bit (for Victoria Holt is in many ways like cotton candy, fluffy, sweet, but too much of the same is sticky and will tend to give you either a tooth or a stomach ache). Two and a half stars, rounded down from my original three star rating, as The Pride of the Peacock, while still mildly enjoyable, also does now leave me rather cold and somewhat annoyed and textually frustrated.