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رمال في الاصابع
"You didn't really want a wife," she accused Edmund. "I've often wondered why you bothered to marry me."
Delia had followed her husband into the depths of the Brazilian jungle. Oh, why had she come? What had she expected? An instant and ecstatic reconciliation something like the instant and ecstatic love they'd felt when they'd first met?
Too much time and distance had come between them for that to happen. He wasn't the same man. He didn't want her ....
Delia had followed her husband into the depths of the Brazilian jungle. Oh, why had she come? What had she expected? An instant and ecstatic reconciliation something like the instant and ecstatic love they'd felt when they'd first met?
Too much time and distance had come between them for that to happen. He wasn't the same man. He didn't want her ....
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First published January 1, 1977
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Flora Kidd
136 books34 followersFlora Mildred Cartwright was born on 1926 in Liverpool, England, UK. The youngest of four children, Flora and her family lived in the same house until she was a teen. In 1949, she graduated from Liverpool University, where she met Robert Kidd, her husband. They moved to her beloved Scotland, where she began teaching, writing, and raised their four children: Richard, Patricia, Peter and David.
Flora Kidd published her first novel, Visit To Rowanbank, in 1966 at Mills & Boon. In 1977, the family moved to Saint John, New Brunswick, Canada, where she continued her romance career with Mills & Boon until 1989, when she retired. In 1994, she published the first of the The Marco Polo Project novels, to support a project to build a replica of the 19th century ship Marco Polo.
Flora Kidd passed away on March 19, 2008 at Saint John, New Brunswick, Canada.
Flora Kidd published her first novel, Visit To Rowanbank, in 1966 at Mills & Boon. In 1977, the family moved to Saint John, New Brunswick, Canada, where she continued her romance career with Mills & Boon until 1989, when she retired. In 1994, she published the first of the The Marco Polo Project novels, to support a project to build a replica of the 19th century ship Marco Polo.
Flora Kidd passed away on March 19, 2008 at Saint John, New Brunswick, Canada.
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November 26, 2016
The second book by Flora Kidd that I have attempted reaffirms my feeling that this author is not my cuppa. Once again, a man and woman marry in a whirlwind courtship that seems to be based on mutual infatuation rather than commitment, respect, friendship and love, followed by a Long Separation mired with Great, Big, Terrible Misunderstandings and OW-OM drama.
H is the do-gooder doctor who saves all his compassion for his destitute patients lost to the various diseases that spring from the unforgiving, tropical climate. For his medical colleagues, female and male, he has respect, trust, and friendship. For his wife, he only has scathing remarks and broody silences about how she is unfit to be any more than a convenient bedwarmer who awaits him back in civilization, when he is in between assignments to the four corners of the world. He blatantly tells her how much he loved a particular female doctor and how fascinating and unique she was, with the implication that his own wife is not. He never gives her a chance to adapt to his circumstances, to allow her to become his helpmate and soul mate, even though her own parents, and many of his colleagues, have that kind of marital partnership, where the husband and wife work side by side, in even the most dangerous situations, both of them striving for the ultimate goal of saving lives.
I just could not find anything remotely redeeming about this character and find any motivation why the big ninny of a heroine would submit herself, masochist-like, to his arrogant, dismissive, brutal tongue (and even physical) lashings, other than this is vintage HPlandia territory and it is par for the course for the heroine to make herself the doormat to the Big, Fat, Jerk "hero."
H is the do-gooder doctor who saves all his compassion for his destitute patients lost to the various diseases that spring from the unforgiving, tropical climate. For his medical colleagues, female and male, he has respect, trust, and friendship. For his wife, he only has scathing remarks and broody silences about how she is unfit to be any more than a convenient bedwarmer who awaits him back in civilization, when he is in between assignments to the four corners of the world. He blatantly tells her how much he loved a particular female doctor and how fascinating and unique she was, with the implication that his own wife is not. He never gives her a chance to adapt to his circumstances, to allow her to become his helpmate and soul mate, even though her own parents, and many of his colleagues, have that kind of marital partnership, where the husband and wife work side by side, in even the most dangerous situations, both of them striving for the ultimate goal of saving lives.
I just could not find anything remotely redeeming about this character and find any motivation why the big ninny of a heroine would submit herself, masochist-like, to his arrogant, dismissive, brutal tongue (and even physical) lashings, other than this is vintage HPlandia territory and it is par for the course for the heroine to make herself the doormat to the Big, Fat, Jerk "hero."
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December 10, 2014
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February 10, 2016
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November 18, 2020
"You didn't really want a wife," she accused Edmund. "I've often wondered why you bothered to marry me."
Delia had followed her husband into the depths of the Brazilian jungle. Oh, why had she come? What had she expected? An instant and ecstatic reconciliation something like the instant and ecstatic love they'd felt when they'd first met?
Too much time and distance had come between them for that to happen. He wasn't the same man. He didn't want her .
Delia had followed her husband into the depths of the Brazilian jungle. Oh, why had she come? What had she expected? An instant and ecstatic reconciliation something like the instant and ecstatic love they'd felt when they'd first met?
Too much time and distance had come between them for that to happen. He wasn't the same man. He didn't want her .
November 10, 2022
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February 7, 2026
Well written!
The h and H communicate, the angst isn’t overly drawn out with both MCs having only internal dialogues but not communicating them to each other. The issues are stated right at the start, and is realistic in resolution, or least understanding.
Reading the reviews, I didn’t think I’d like it as much as I did. The h is young and sweet, and I like that the author kept her work going, allowing it to become more than a job, she progressed well, and gives the h a solid reason to go into the depths (but not get-lost-in-the jungle- depths) of Brazil.
I also was pleasantly surprised by the author’s understanding and sensitivity of Brazil, the work, and dynamics between the three parties involved — wealthy Brazilians, local tribes, and the “import”—H
The h is young, and the H, at 10 years older, with more life experience, should have had more sense, and sensitivity to his young bride, but hindsight is 20/20. What really pierced me was when he tells the h that
That was difficult to read… yes, he was lashing out, but man what a horrible thing to say, esp. cos the h has been telling him how hard she tried to reach him — he never left her with any information on how to reach him, when he went away on work, thousands of miles away, leaving her for months on end!
It speaks to the h’s intelligence and instinct that she didn;t trust H’s bosom buddy Peter who was insidious, and doing all he could to separate them. The H, for all his intelligence couldn’t see what was in front of him — both with Peter and later the Brazilian lady doctor. But typical isn’t it? How many times in real life do we not wonder at someone we know or know of intelligent and wise in every way, except in the way that counts; getting duped in things that anyone else would have spotted a mile away.
This is another reason I liked this book so much. The games people play is unchanged in the several decades since this book’s writing.
The h and H communicate, the angst isn’t overly drawn out with both MCs having only internal dialogues but not communicating them to each other. The issues are stated right at the start, and is realistic in resolution, or least understanding.
Reading the reviews, I didn’t think I’d like it as much as I did. The h is young and sweet, and I like that the author kept her work going, allowing it to become more than a job, she progressed well, and gives the h a solid reason to go into the depths (but not get-lost-in-the jungle- depths) of Brazil.
I also was pleasantly surprised by the author’s understanding and sensitivity of Brazil, the work, and dynamics between the three parties involved — wealthy Brazilians, local tribes, and the “import”—H
The h is young, and the H, at 10 years older, with more life experience, should have had more sense, and sensitivity to his young bride, but hindsight is 20/20. What really pierced me was when he tells the h that
That was difficult to read… yes, he was lashing out, but man what a horrible thing to say, esp. cos the h has been telling him how hard she tried to reach him — he never left her with any information on how to reach him, when he went away on work, thousands of miles away, leaving her for months on end!
It speaks to the h’s intelligence and instinct that she didn;t trust H’s bosom buddy Peter who was insidious, and doing all he could to separate them. The H, for all his intelligence couldn’t see what was in front of him — both with Peter and later the Brazilian lady doctor. But typical isn’t it? How many times in real life do we not wonder at someone we know or know of intelligent and wise in every way, except in the way that counts; getting duped in things that anyone else would have spotted a mile away.
This is another reason I liked this book so much. The games people play is unchanged in the several decades since this book’s writing.
July 25, 2019
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