A reader who’ll try anything once, including bad books in search of good ones. Eclectic as her tastes are, she tends to gravitate to historical romances, realistic contemporaries, and some fantasy novels.
There’s something comforting about the historical romance and it’s probably the fantasy of utter privilege where all you need to worry about is accepting a marriage proposal from the right man for the right reasons.
Then again it’s also full of twenty-six-year-old virgins who ride recklessly and blush continuously but not because of the exercise. There are also adorable, well-behaved children whose only function is to beg their guardians to marry that lovely lady from that dress shop.
And there are earls—not dukes but almost!—who somehow retired from their successful career in espionage at the ripe old age of thirty something (I think) and have now been made the reluctant step-father to their dear old friend’s only child because god forbid she’d have two loving parents instead of wealth.
Aside from my soft spot for this kind of predictable melodrama there wasn’t much beyond the nostalgia factor over life-changing quivers deep within someone’s bosom and the delightful absence of all things explicit. A few more of these and I’ll be in mood for a good fanfic porn—I mean erotica. Nope, fanfic porn.
P.S. I listened to The English Witch, which is the second book of the Trevelyan Family duology, too and promptly forgot about it. A shame, because I liked Basil.