If a woman's intellect was in any way analogous to her undergarments, men should thrill to see it revealed. Strangely enough, Susanna had never known it to work that way.
I hated this book. Absolutely despised it. And spent the whole time wondering what was wrong with me.
I should delight in Dare's little protofeminist who sets up a haven for girls/women that's managed to set itself outside of the patriarchy. And I can tell Dare is trying REALLY HARD here. But she's completely failing. I didn't like Susanna or Bram.
I would just shrug this off as me being 'not in the mood' and given this another try, but unfortunately this is my second attempt in two months and I felt the same both times. So, it's not me, it's Dare.
PREMISE:
Susanna was made sick when she was a teenager due to aggressive bloodletting. She always wears gloves to hide her scars. She has set up Spindle Cove where she can rescue young women from the patriarchy - she gets sickly girls/women, girls/women who no man wants (for instance, Kate has a huge port-wine stain on her face), girls/men who are separated from their husbands, and girls/women who are too man-hungry and have to taken away to this Cove so I guess they don't get pregnant before they are married. She has a absent-minded mad scientist father who basically ignores her.
Bramwell is a soldier who limps due to a surgery on his leg after taking a bullet. He is hellbent and determined to get back on the battlefield, even though anyone can see that he can no longer take these long marches. He ends up in Spindle Cove and strikes a deal with Susanna's father to get back in the war-game if he forms a militia in the Cove.
PROBLEMS
ONE: Tessa Dare can't bring me to care about Susanna and Bram's tragic pasts. I should be having strong emotions at the fact that Susanna wears gloves everywhere and never takes them off because it will show the ugly scars from her bloodletting. This could have been SO GOOD and Dare could have made my heart bleed if she had any skill. Especially since later she has the classic 'he takes off her scars and kisses them and tells her she is perfect scene' which should be HEARTRENDING, but it just isn't.
The book is unfortunately too fluffy and the issue isn't treated seriously enough for me to work up any kind of feelings whatsoever about it. And it is a golden opportunity which Dare wastes due to her lack of talent.
Same exact thing with Bram. Oh, he's tragically wounded. A soldier who knows nothing else but now can't soldier because he has a bum leg. I should be feeling intensely for him. But I'm not. Dare doesn't have the skill to pull this off. And let me tell you as a personal aside, that Bram does NOT act like a man in chronic pain would act, just saying. It's very unrealistic. He only remembers his leg when it's suitable for the plot.
TWO: I didn't like Susanna.
First, the scene in which she asks Bram not to allow two 14-year-old boys to enlist in the militia and he refuses. Did I mention he was an asshole? Her response to this is to come back, dressed as a man, and try to enlist herself. It's the height of silliness. It's so silly and weird. And then Dare tries to have a 'he sexily measures her for a uniform' scene and a 'will he cut off all her hair?' scene and etc. He also watches her load and fire a gun and that gives him an erection. *rolls eyes* She's childish. This isn't the way to handle things and the fact that she can't see that is troubling.
Secondly, she has this crazy idea that Bram just needs hugs and snuggles and that he has a secret yearning for them. At first she thinks he has PTSD or some sort of childhood trauma, but she quickly comes to the conclusions that he needs snuggling.
This big, brutish soldier-turned-medieval lord, now shorn close as a yearling - looking vulnerable and lost, in need of care. HER care.
...
But now she saw his motives clear. Here it was, his secret. No childhood trauma, no ravages of war, just a deep, unspoken desire for closeness. Oh, he'd rather die than admit it in such terms, but that low, yearning sound told all.
I didn't know what on Earth she was talking about. She basically just makes this up in her head and then talks about it all the time as if it were fact. I mean... yes, he wants to fuck her, and ideally that would involve some snuggling, but I have no idea where the codswallop of "he just needs hugs!" came from. It is really childish and makes no sense. I'm surprised he doesn't laugh his face off when she (frequently) tells him this. It's a stupid idea. Not because all humans don't need affection, but because she's so enamored with this idea, and it is based on absolutely nothing.
Thirdly, she says cruel things.
"...and those boys worship the ground you limp on."
WOW. Wow. Okay. The book just acts like he is completely fine with her saying this to him, which is RIDICULOUS because it is really a cruel thing to say to this particular man.
Fourthly, she beats Bram in one scene. You could laugh and think a woman beating a man is 'cute,' but let me assure you it is not cute and I don't think abuse is 'cute.' I couldn't believe Dare was writing this scene.
"Will it help to hit something? You can hit me." Approaching her, he dropped his arms to his sides. "Go ahead, love. Do your worst."
No sooner had the words passed his lips than her fist met his gut, driving into his side like a mallet. A mallet with a knobby little row of knuckles. The blow came before he'd had the chance to prepare, to tense his muscles in defense.
"Oof." He clutched his side, reeling. "For God's sake, Susanna."
"You asked for it," she cried defensively, nursing her punching hand close to her breast and rubbing her knuckles. "You told me to do my worst."
"I know, I know." He straightened, blowing away the pain with a deep exhalation. "It's just... your worst was worse than I was anticipating."
"You should know by now, I'm just full of surprises." Her breath caught on a wild sob. She pulled back for another blow.
This time he intercepted it, easily catching her fist in his own. "Hold a moment."
"I'll hold nothing." She kicked him in the shin. His good shin, fortunately.
"We don't hit other people." I say this about 50 times a week, mostly to four-year-olds. I'd hate to think that this basic concept escaped a grown woman. This scene is NOT OKAY, and him 'asking for it' doesn't justify it in the least bit. She's supposed to love this man, but she's okay with striking him and causing him pain?! Bad form. Very disturbing.
And that's not the end of her violent, abusive tendencies, she also strikes her father in the face. Her father. In the face. o.O I was frankly horrified and even more horrified to realize she's not going to be curbed in any way for these acts of violence against men she allegedly loves.
THREE: I didn't like Bram. If you thought Susanna was bad... Bram is disgusting. UGH. He's a horrible, horrible hero. This is kind of tied into the HOW'S THE SEX, CARMEN? section, so things are going to get a little muddled. Let's begin.
- He tackles her and kisses her on their first meeting. KISSES her. I mean, I love kissing, but this was very rude and presumptuous and not romantic at all. I was really angry with him.
- "Come now." He leaned toward her and murmured, "Are you going to pretend you didn't enjoy it?"
UGH. Not one of these assholes. The 'I know you liked it!' assholes.
- No, he decided. He would do her a favor by staring at it, calling her attention to what needed to be repaired. Indeed. Staring at her half-exposed, emotion-flushed breast was his solemn duty, and Bram was never one to shirk responsibility.
Yes, he's doing her a favor by staring at her breast. A FAVOR. Instead of just telling her that her dress is rent. Wow, real gentleman here. /s
- "Men's business, love. The specifics needn't concern you."
Fuck you.
- This whole scene.
"Miss Finch, it's not wise for officers to quarter in the same house with an unmarried gentlewoman. Have a care for your reputation, if your father does not."
"Have a care for my reputation?" She had to laugh. Then she lowered her voice. "This, from the man who flattened me in the road and kissed me without leave?"
"Precisely." His eyes darkened.
His meaning washed over her in a wave of hot, sensual awareness. Surely he wasn't implying...
No. He wasn't implying at all. Those hard jade eyes were giving her a straightforward message, and he underscored it with a slight flex of his massive arms: I am every bit as dangerous as you suppose. If not more so.
So... what? He'll rape her if he stays in the house? She should be afraid of his dangerous masculinity? She, a virgin in her twenties, will just NOT BE ABLE TO CONTROL herself and will ravage him in the night or something?!
- Colin could make all the disparaging remarks he wished about bluestockings. Bram knew clever women always made the best lovers. He especially appreciated a woman who knew something of the world beyond fashion and theater. For him, listening to Miss Finch expound on the weakened state of Napoleon's army had been like listening to a courtesan read aloud from her pillow book. Arousing beyond measure.
This whole thing, throughout the book, where woman-as-fully-human qualities serve not to make the heroine seem fully human in the hero's eyes, but instead to give him erections. He doesn't admire her intelligence because he thinks, "She's a human being, just like me. She can be an equal partner to me." He thinks, "I have an erection now!" while not paying serious attention to a word she's saying. It's gross.
- Bram's whole schtick about how the blacksmith isn't "a real man" because he crafts jewelry (who the fuck does he think is making jewelry in 1813?) and the vicar isn't a 'real man' because he wears a pink waistcoat and cares about cushioning his pews. Bram also reminds us that real men like steak (rare!), hate cake, hate cleanliness, and hate 'pretty things.' Because men!
But he also understood her other purpose - clinging to her position of power in this village. On that score, he could not let her win.
WHY? Why does this little woman-friendly slice of the world offend and disgust you SO much?! The patriarchy owns 99.99999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999% of the world, and you can't give this little population 5,000 town a pass?!?!?! You have to fuck it up, too?!!? JFC.
- He just unilaterally decides to marry her, even though she doesn't want to get married, because he 'deflowered' her. Her opinion, wants, concerns don't matter. He's going to marry her, THE END. Fuck what she wants.
But he WAS going to marry her, despite it. Because when he looked at Susanna, all he could think was one word. It wasn't a particularly elegant or poetic word, any more so than "like." But it had a straightforward eloquence all its own.
MINE.
Truly sickening.
"She's also mine," Bram growled. "Don't get any ideas. She's mine."
Susanna squeezed talk hand. That sort of talk was so medieval and possessive. And she loved him for it.
This is him posturing in front of a DOCTOR who is treating her for broken ribs and internal bleeding. A doctor who is absolutely not trying to fuck Susanna in any way. Oh, yeah, you're a big man, Bram./s So fucking weak.
"I'm offering you everything I am. And if I do say it myself, I'm a lot of man to handle. I'll protect you fiercely, challenge you daily, and want you nightly - at the least. You won't be able to manage me the way you manage other men."
*Carmen's eyes roll so hard* OH, PLEASE. *adopts a high-pitched, whiny voice* "Oh, I'm a big tough strong man, so much man you can't handle me, nah nah nah, blah blah blah." Get bent.
FOUR VIRGIN HEROINE I might not be able to read books about virgin heroines anymore. It's not the virginal women who annoy me, it's how heroes act when they take a virgin to bed that really grates my cheese.
He let his mouth linger over hers. She hadn't been kissed much. At least, not properly. He could tell in the way she was struggling to respond. She was unschooled, but she showed great natural aptitude.
Oh, I'm so glad you've determined she has a NATURAL APTITUDE towards kissing. Maybe, if she's very lucky, she can please you in the future. You fucking trash.
These weren't practiced motions, honed on other men.
They were only for him.
This proprietary shit. I HATE IT. I HATE IT.
No sooner had the thought surfaced in his mind, than he seized on it. He HAD to make love to her. Someday. Not today. Today, she was only learning to kiss. She wasn't ready.
Oh, YOU get to decide you are going to fuck her. ONLY YOU. She has no say, apparently. And YOU'LL determine when she's ready. Not her, you. Because you're scum.
"These gloves of yours, they drive me mad. I want to strip them from your hands. Kiss those slender wrists, suck on each of those long, delicate fingers. And that would only be the beginning. I want to see the rest of you, too. Yours is a body made for a man's pleasure. It's a crime against nature to hide it."
What. The Fuck. Is this shit. "Your body is made for a man's pleasure." That is SO FUCKING DISGUSTING, I can't even deal with it. What a horrible, hateful thing to tell a woman. "Wearing clothes is a crime against nature." Yeah, walk around naked all the time. I'd love that. But you'd have to be completely isolated, because I own you.
He took her hand and brought it to his body, cupping her palm over the bulge tenting his breeches's fall. "Feel this?" .... "It's for you, Susanna. For your pleasure."
"Good heavens. All of it?"
He chuckled low and kissed her neck. "Yes, all of it. It's made to fit inside you."
This is EXACTLY the kind of behavior I always get when virginal heroines are involved. Absolutely disturbing, you-are-a-child "lessons" on "This is a penis! I know it's really big, don't be scared. It's made to fit inside you! Don't worry, you can take it!" *Carmen vomits*
"This" - he ground his erection against her hand - "belongs here." His finger slid inside her, giving her an exquisite sense of fullness and bliss. "It's as simple as that."
Gross.
"And I love this." His fingers found her cleft, parting her to slip deep inside. "I love feeling how tight you are. Knowing that there haven't been others."
HOW DARE YOU. Ugh. This is exactly why I hate all this virgin shit. How DARE you tell her how happy you are that she was a virgin before meeting you and gloat in how 'tight' she is and how absolute your ownership of her is. You fucked tons of women. You're such a piece of trash. Not for having a sex life before her, but for making her feel like a "pure" "untouched" piece of property that is more valuable to you because she's "tight" and "innocent." It's SICK. SICK.
HOW'S THE SEX, CARMEN?
"There's no one else in this village strong enough to take you on. You need a real man, to show you what to do with all that passion seething beneath your surface. You need to be challenged, mastered."
Disgusting.
"A beast is just what you want. A big, dark medieval brute to throw you to the ground, tear the clothes from your body, and have his wicked way with you. I know I'm right. I haven't forgotten how EXCITED you were in the aftermath of that blast."
Disgusting trash. "You secretly want to be raped, and I KNOW it, don't LIE to me, you know you LOVE IT."
He spent his seed all over the sweet, rounded slope of her belly - not into the fold of his shirt or her shift, as might have been the more gentlemanly manner. In some primitive way, it satisfied him to mark her.
You're mine now.
Oh, charming. Mark her with your sperm. She belongs to you now! She's your fucking property because you came on her like a fucking dickbag. Don't get me wrong, I have no problem with men coming on women's bodies, but there's a way to do it and not be gross, and his thinking here is absolutely gross.
He fucking has her rub her own clitoris during sex. He fucking teaches her to rub her own clit during sex to get herself off. THAT'S YOUR JOB, FATHERFUCKER. That's YOUR fucking job. To get her off. Are you so FUCKING lazy that you can't even be bothered to make her cum? YOU ARE FUCKING TRASH. Don't even talk to me. You can't even do this right.
"You want THIS." He nudged her opening with the smooth, blunt crown of his erection. "In you, hard and deep. Isn't that right?"
Either fuck her, or don't fuck her, but please do EVERYONE a favor and shut up. No one wants to talk about your penis but you. Personally, I would be laughing at him hysterically, but I guess she's not to that level.
Is there anything you LIKED about the book, Carmen?
Yes. Any time Minerva confronted a male, it was hilarious. :D
Also, Pouring tea was just what she needed right now. Such a civilizing force, tea. She would nip sugar with little silver tongs. Stir milk with a tiny spoon. Tiny spoons were incompatible with a state of sensual turmoil.
Thorne is super-cute and I would like to see a romance with him.
Also, this scene between Bramwell and Susanna.
"Let me be certain I understand you, Miss Finch. You've amassed a colony of unwed women, then driven away or gelded every red-blooded male in Spindle Cove. And yet you feel no deprivation."
"None whatsoever. In fact, I believe our situation to be ideal."
"You do realize, that sounds very..."
She tilted her head in empathy. "Threatening? I do understand how a man could perceive it that way."
"I was going to say, Sapphic." ...
"Have I shocked you, Miss Finch?"
"I must own, you have. Not with your insinuations of romantic love between women, mind. But I would never have supposed you to be so versed in ancient Greek poetry. That is a shock indeed."
"I'll have you know, I attended Cambridge for three terms."
"Truly?" She stared at him in mock astonishment. "Three whole terms? Now that IS impressive." Her voice was a low, seductive drawl that raised every last hair on his forearm.
- Her rejection of his marriage proposal.
TL;DR - Sigh. I honestly thought this would be a sweet little, cute little, slightly humorous protofeminist historical romance novel. I thought it would amuse and please me. Instead, it filled me with rage. The hero is SUCH an asshole.
The heroine is abusive.
Also, it was just SO silly and fluffy and completely without substance. Usually, that wouldn't bother me, I actually like that sometimes, but Dare isn't skilled enough to pull it off.
I don't know if I am cut out to read virgin heroine romance anymore. Not because I don't like and respect virginal women, but because authors can't seem to grasp how to write a good first-time sex scene that doesn't fill me with rage. It's not the women that are the problem, it's the men, who are always reduced to giving 'lessons' on what a cock is, how to kiss, don't-worry-it'll-fit etc. etc. I know it's 1813, but given the protofeminist nature of this novel, I'd like for him to a.) not treat her like an idiot, and b.) be a compassionate, kind man who treats his woman like a human being, not like a new car her just bought off the lot. MINE, MINE, MINE. She's so tight, virginal, I'm the only cock that will ever be inside her, blah blah blah misogyny. It's so gross. Couldn't you make him less gross? Couldn't you create a hero who treats a woman like a person?! An equal?! I guess that's TOO radical. We can have women teaching militia men how to shoot in this novel, but we can't have a hero who sees a woman as a fellow human being.