Faye Booth has written a different kind of historical romance. It’s set in Victorian days, but this is no tale of a poor but genteel woman rescued by a duke or lord. Protagonist Lydia Ketch is only a teen when her mother dies in wretched poverty, with her last words to Lydia being to take care of her younger sister Annabel- the brains of the family, the one with a future. There aren’t many options for poor girls with no family in that era, so Lydia picks the one that looks to be the most lucrative- she enters ‘the trade’.
Good luck is a relative thing; most people wouldn’t think of working in a brothel as ‘good luck’. But in that time and place, the stability, comfort and safety of a brothel is a downright luxurious situation compared to working the streets. Preston may not be London, where the Ripper is on the loose, but the streets still present dangers to women. The fact that Lydia finds a madam who is good to her ‘girls’- and even allows Annabel to work there as a maid while finishing her schooling- is a huge bonus. The working girls and Annabel all dream of a fairy tale ending to their lives.
Lydia knows there is no such thing, especially for such as her. When she meets Henry Shadwell, a young surgeon who is making extra money with both pornographic photography and illicit anatomy lessons- stolen bodies and all- she finds her world expanding, both sexually and financially. She’s smart, ambitious, hard working and ready to take on any new situation, and makes the most of her opportunities. Life is looking up. But not too far up; she is to know tragic loss, and while Henry is a kind man with a passion for Lydia, he is still a man of his time and class, not a prince on a white horse.
There are no caricatures here, no black or white. The world and the characters are shades of gray as all real people are. Booth has done a lot of research of the era and it shows in her novel. Recommended!