I needed to read a "bodice-ripper" for my book group's challenge.
I am not interested in this genre so I just picked this one without realising it is part of a series which has many adoring fans.
Let me start by saying that either the joke was on me, or there are people out there who actually liked this book. Judging by the GoodReads stars, I think it's the former.
Note to self: the author is a "New York Times Best-Selling Author" only because of her fans - definitely NOT for her writing quality.
The whole thing was absolutely awful and an utter chore to get through. Here's an attempt to summarise my reasons why.
WARNING - this could be the most scathing review I've written since my review of "Roots" by Alex Haley.
There's an exclamation mark on almost every page!
Overused phrases and words include:
i) facial blanching, blushing, flushing, reddening, paling, draining or deepening of colour.
ii) eyes which are "impossibly dark", smouldering, glaring, glimmering, widening, wild, smiling, staring, ablazed
iii) banal phrases: "incredibly concerned", "seemed aghast", "seemed confused", "his warm amber regard" (!!?). He smiled. She smiled back. They smiled at each other. His tone was hard. She cried. She screamed. She inhaled. She shuddered. She shivered. She hugged herself. He hugged himself. (People be hugging themselves a lot for a bodice-ripper). She touched him. She took his arm. He took his arm. He whispered. She tensed. She started. She wept. His eyes were dark now. He sighed.
I could go on but if you want more - read the book.
Sudden and inexplicable liberal use of the F-word in one chapter only.
There is negligible description about settings, other than they are either inside a mansion, gallery, bordello, small apartment, penitentiary or riding up and down Lexington Ave in Manhattan. Never did I get a strong sense of place or atmosphere. This story was set in a vacuum.
Hang on, did I say "story"? Oops. There's scarcely a story.
The main character, Francesca, is an irritatingly energetic, highly melodramatic, precocious 21-year old virgin and amateur sleuth who comes from a wealthy family. She is ostensibly a Bluestocking -that would be interesting, but it was never elaborated - who basically teases and flirts with two intensely jealous half-brothers. It pains me even to recall and write this... So I'll stop. Again, read this nonsense for yourself if you want more.
What an unnecessary jumble of characters! They are principally a litter of detestable half-siblings and perps that come and go at random. It was immensely annoying that these dysfunctional people even interacted. They are histrionic, highly emotional, hysterical, pathetic, melodramatic and stupid. They should just all stay the hell away from each other with their jealousy, competitiveness and bad blood. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.
Structure is shaky and story-telling is confused. Flow is interrupted and jerked around by sudden mood changes. There are next to no plot devices. Seriously, I think a 15 year-old could do a better job. But I doubt they could reach the pinnacle of melodrama that the "best selling author" has reached. This is professional level.
I need to go bathe my eyeballs and rinse my brain after this horrendous waste of time.
0/5 stars