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Ugh. Some things haven’t changed since 1966. Blonde, of course. I’m rolling my eyes. — “I never saw such a beautiful alien type in eighteen years here…She looks like a goddess.”

Good lord. It’s as if the appendix of Lord of Ring had been written into the main narrative of the book. There’s a reason Tolkien put it after the story ends.

Suddenly he has an elven ship.

Hugh sounds like Sam Spade.

Again, protagonists are always the best or highly skilled at what they do.

A force or coerced choice holds no interest for me. He takes the mission or dies. This is not a conflict. And this is not a dilemma and he is not brave. He’s not daring.

Who cares? Who cares?

Picked at random. Wish me luck

Ok. Thanks, author. — “…and she knows it is important.”

Nope. — “I’ve been a bondmaid to you since you were small, Essymay, and I’ve been glad for every day of it.”

I’m tickled by the idea of Mr. Hart being moved by the romance of Gareth’s gift to Esme and the first word he reads is Cunt or Queefing.

That made me laugh. There’s a war going on and Gareth takes a year to sneak around and prepare a book instead of marrying Esme and living under the same roof for a year?

Dear Author, what are you talking about? — “…fluidity of his movements, he looked to me like a painter or a composer, his placement of type as deliberate…”

Actually, so many of the problems of World War 1 came from the expectation that it would be a short war: They had no prepared for the new weapons, they had no preparation for the supply line demands. Only Germany had heavy field artillery before WW1. And actually, Britain, twenty years before, had rejected the adoption of machine guns. Speed was the whole basis for the Schlieffen Plan.

Actually, when the war started each country, famously, thought the war wouldn’t last more than a few months. The top General have been quoted saying this, in fact. That was part of the surprise and disillusionment of World War 1. I don’t know where the author is pulling this from.

I’m wondering why the love interest Gareth doesn’t know that or care that, alongside the woman’s suffrage, 40% of Men couldn’t vote at that time. Especially since it’s been made clear that he’s poor and would not meet the qualifications.

I wonder if the author will wade into the White Feathers (the sign of the coward) of World War 1.

So…middle aged? — “Mr Rawlings wasn’t young and he wasn’t old.”

Ok, thanks, Author, for making that clear. — “Grief was all I could feel.”

I’d like to know what a “query on his tongue” looks like.

Another confirmation that Esme and her Dad didn’t talk much or know much about each other.

Have I ever read a book where the protagonist was bad at their job or vocation? This book continues that pattern.

Hmmmmmmm, I don’t know about that axiom, Author.

The bar was low when the only thing you need to do to impress someone was wash your own dishes.

Who cares about Mr. Dankworth?

Is it odd that Esme doesn’t give Tilda more than a passing thought where once Tilda had been the center of her life?

Esme would be happy to learn we have the word “fuckboy” now.

This seems a terrible system if the unqualified nepotistic assistant can rewrite final entries.

I wish the author would have been more realistic about the aftermath of a pregnancy. — A little walk to cure the postpartum and then it’s like her body never carried a baby to term?

That’s a cute sentiment from the Catholic Lizzie, but Forgiveness and Confession is a literal Sacrament to Catholics.