As I sit to write this review, I am struggling with words, trying to find the right ones to describe exactly how I feel. First of all, let me just say that I loved the book!
There were times when I felt frustrated while reading this book, even a bit- a very small bit- bored. I am admitting the truth and now I suggest you to read this whole review before forming any definite judgment about this book. Whatever disappointment I felt, which was really very tiny, I actually really enjoyed it and came to love it. I didn't exactly take an instant like to the book, but I grew fond as I read more and more.
Lilah, an exotic name of an actually intriguing, engaging and admirable character itself, I really liked her. A few times I felt like shaking her, to make her see what really was, but it was an amusing journey that I had with the characters, to see her discover things on her own and find what she treasured most.
I loved the sensitive, nature-lover Lilah... The beautiful Calhoun who knew the true meaning of love, friendship, trust and beauty.
Max, oh boy, did I love him. He was one adorable history professor who was sexy, intelligent, passionate and sensible. A very attractive package, if you ask me. I can't find words to describe why I liked him so much, but all I can say is that I just did.
What made me love this truly wonderful book were the tiny details, the beautiful description, the sensual panorama... God, it was really really good. I loved the blend of the old with the new, the legends and the reality of it. Here's a short paragraph from the book itself.
""He would have been half-mad for her." Taking her hands, he brought her to her feet. He left her for a moment, to draw the shades so that they were closed in with music and candlelight. "Thoughts of her would have haunted him, day and night. Her face..." He skimmed his fingers over Lilah's cheeks, over her jaw, down her throat. "Every time he closed his eyes, he would have seen it. Her taste..." He pressed his lips to hers. "Every time he took a breath it would be there to remind him what it was like to kiss her."
"And she would have lain in bed, night after night, wanting his touch." Heart racing, she pushed the shirt from his shoulders, then shivered when he reached for the belt of her robe. "Remembering how he looked at her when he undressed her."
"He couldn't have wanted her more than I want you." The robe slithered to the floor. His arms drew her closer. "Let me show you."
The candles burned low. A single thread of moonlight slashed through the chink in the drapes. There was music, swelling with passion, and the scent of fragile flowers. Murmured promises. Desperate answers. A low husky laugh, a sobbing gasp. From patience to urgency, from tenderness to madness, they drove each other. Through the dark, endless night they were tireless and greedy. A gentle touch could cause a tremor; a rough caress a soft sigh. They came together with generous affection, then again like warriors. Each time they thought they were sated, they would turn to each other once more to arouse or to soothe, to cling or to stroke, until the candles gutted out and the gray light of dawn crept into the room."
It was a truly amazing read!