This is a tough book to rate because it’s so unique, I have nothing to compare it to. So no star rating.
If I had to use one word to describe the book, it would be “whimsical.”
”Whimsical describes something playful, fanciful, or quaintly unconventional, often characterized by sudden, odd, or imaginative ideas. It suggests a charming, lighthearted, or unpredictable nature, frequently used to describe art, writing, or personality that is eccentric rather than serious.”
The first couple of chapters went beyond whimsical to pretty silly, and I wondered if I should stick with it. I’m glad I did, because I found a story that was unique, engaging, reminiscent of a fairy tale and unlike any historical romance I’ve ever read.
I really enjoyed it. I liked the imaginative writing/storyline, both MCs, and something I didn’t expect to find: the spice was raw, and hot, and I was happily surprised to find that in this book.
This book won’t appeal to everyone, but if you’re in the mood for a lighthearted and very different type of regency romance, and you can enjoy true whimsy without rolling your eyes, I recommend it.
She glanced past the gardens to an ancient oak. A sprawling tree, it had wide clawing branches as thick as her body. The bark was mottled and ridged by time, wind, and weather. The tree had character. Witches believed that the wonder of life flowed like a magic river through the thick trunk of a tree. The older the tree, the stronger the power. […] She stood and moved over to the tree, stopping in front of it and craning her head to look up to its very crown. She wrapped her arms around the wide trunk and laid her cheek against the bark. Slowly, her weary and saddened eyes drifted closed. She thought there was something soothing about hugging a tree. It was almost like the soft touch of a mother’s comforting hand.