DNF @ 20%
Sorry, but the endless diatribes on Mavreen's perfection are the literary equivalent of Ambien.
There's nothing she doesn't do well -- math, science, philosophy, reading, writing, history, politics, multiple foreign languages, horseback riding, piano playing, etiquette, card games. She's a feminist! She's an abolitionist! She doesn't judge by accent, appearance, or social strata! There's nothing about her person that isn't the pinnacle of perfection -- hair, eyes, limbs, skin, blossoming bosom, hands, fingers, graceful movement. She's a tomboy, yet a perfect lady! How adorable! There's nobody she doesn't charm -- crunchy old aristocrats, jaded dudes, mistresses, farmers, maids & butlers. Everyone loves her precocious, sensual appeal; her rare social gaffes are endearing & there's nothing she can't learn by nature of her endless thirst for knowledge. There's no skill she can't absorb immediately. Nothing that dampens her cheery attitude. Nothing that frustrates her. Nothing that worries her. Nothing that causes her guilt, discomfort, or distress for more than five seconds.
It's so fucking dull. And the rare occasions that don't detail Mavreen's perfection are spent on As You Know, Bob.
Ugh. Nope.
Standard 2-star DNF. It's not poorly written, but the pace crawls & it's too damn starched.