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Manda how well you know me!

I will have to try frAmpton and Mann



I had shoulder surgery a few weeks ago and between pain and falling asleep due to painkillers I can't concentrate . So
I've put off the two new books I was looking forwArd to (Addison Allen and Lerner) and an rereading old favs where I don't lose the train of thought when I drift off to sleep.

The leaves were rustling just above the edge of the balcony now. Hero stepped back into the shadows and waited. One way or another, he suspected he’d be enjoying himself immensely over the next few minutes. The intruder shimmied off a branch, grabbed the edge of the balcony, and swung herself up to sit on the railing. Herself was the definitive prounoun: the girl in question was wearing a man’s shirt and a pair of trousers, but both were rather small even for the average stableboy and she … wasn’t. Athletic and limber yes; boyish, definitely not.
The evening was definitely looking more interesting.
Nonchalantly, with the air of having regularly occupied exactly such a seat, Hero’s visitor slid forward on the railing, twined her legs around the marble bars below her, and made herself comfortable. In the darkness, from Hero’s distance, a mortal man would have seen only her figure and the braid of dark hair trailing behind her.
Not being mortal, Hero saw that her face was long and delicate-looking, with big brown eyes and a spray of freckles across it.
That was as far as observation took him before the girl started to speak.
“You really are a prize idiot, you know that?”
Other people, most notably Hero’s siblings, had made similar observations, but they hadn’t prepared him to receive such comments with perfect equanimity, particularly from a small girl he’d never met before in his life.
Words didn’t precisely fail him. He could think of quite a few. But the process of choice stumped him just then and created a receptive silence, which the girl clearly read as a request for more on the same theme.
“If you don’t like a girl, you poor dumb fish, the thing to do is avoid her and possibly to talk about other women whenever you possibly can. You do not have long vague conversations with her in gardens at twilight and you certainly do not jump into lakes after her hat. And you needn’t tell me you do like her, because this is me talking to you, and I know perfectly well that you don’t. It doesn’t seem likely that anyone could.”
Hat? Lake? Gardens? Hero would have admitted, under very little pressure, to having walked in any number of gardens with any number of women. He couldn’t precisely swear that, over the course of 300 years, he’d never rescued a hat from a watery grave. None of the above, however, had happened over the course of his time at Whitehall.
He cleared his throat.
“Which brings me to point number two”, said the girl, sensing that the moment was ripe to press forward like the proverbial wolf on the fold, “which is that if you think you’re going to marry her, I’ll throw you into the lake myself. There are plenty of perfectly nice girls in England who’d be glad to marry anybody. Even if you’ve given in to Pater at last, you’ve got no need to choose some” --she waved one white-clad arm in a vigorous manner, causing Hero to shift his weight forward in case she fell from the railing,--“some mad scientist’s cross between a toffee pudding and a Salvation Army captain.”
“Ah…”
The girl slid down from the railing. Having gotten the initial message across, she clearly now felt that she could show some mercy.
“Don’t fret,” she said. “I’ll get you out of it this time, and I’ll have a word with Pater about the sort he keeps pushing on you. But do be careful, won’t you? Leave the Heseltine filly to that dancing-master-looking Scottish chap you brought down. He knows how to handle a girl, if you believe Bettina. And Lily. And –“
“My dear lady” said Hero, stepping forward and bowing before she could continue the list. Housemaids were clearly creatures of little discretion and a great deal of trouble. “I’m afraid you’ve been laboring under a case of mistaken identity.”


But her plotting is still weak. Too much going on so no one thing carries much emotional impact.

But the book does a really job of developing a plot within the realities of the period and I admire that


She does a lovely job of developing a storyline that is not just consistent with but also driven by the conventions and behaviors of the period.
Personally I'm not impressed with the heroines judgment or the heros overbearing ways, but I found them credible--I never felt their reactions were jarring. I think the hero should have explained his reasons for insisting on a dowry and an allowance a lot sooner, and the heroine should have asked for an explanation, but I also found the reason why at the end she agrees to marriage on those terms both believable and consistent with the period.
Such a contrast to the book I read last week...
I am now maybe 7 chapters in to Julia Quinn's new book and it too creates an authentic feeling for the period albeit with a very different tone.
Next up is Karina Bliss new book.

She does a lovely job of developing a storyline that is not just consistent with but also driven by the conventions and behaviors of the period.
Personally I'm not impressed with the heroines judgment or the heros overbearing ways, but I found them credible--I never felt their reactions were jarring. I think the hero should have explained his reasons for insisting on a dowry and an allowance a lot sooner, and the heroine should have asked for an explanation, but I also found the reason why at the end she agrees to marriage on those terms both believable and consistent with the period.
Such a contrast to the book I read last week...
I am now maybe 7 chapters in to Julia Quinn's new book and it too creates an authentic feeling for the period albeit with a very different tone.
Next up is Karina Bliss new book.
