5+ stars (6/10 hearts). Every time I think Christina Baehr can’t possibly surprise me, I end up mind blown. I am not exaggerating, these books get better and better!
I love Edith. She’s so, so relatable. I’m not as smart as she is, nor as good at reading people, but I totally am as naïve and optimistic. Seeing her take a hefty dose of realism and finally fully understanding the wickedness of people—beyond just what she heard as a clergyman’s daughter—was splendid. So was her growing faith. Simon was a brick, as always, and their tiny growing romance THE SWEETEST; I can’t wait to see it blossom. Arthur was despicable, and fascinating; and somehow I hated his father worse. The Welsh maiden, whose name currently escapes me, and the butler, and the schoolteacher too, were my favourites—what intriguing characters! I’d wish to see them again but I think they’d be out of place anywhere else. As for Miss F, she was well worth leaving in Wales, despite all the interest she commands.
The plot was certainly more intense than any of the other books so far. Questions are raised, a few answers given, more puzzle pieces are revealed—all during a forced sojourn in an unknown village buried in the remote, unforgiving mountains where a selfish, self-satisfied theoretician enforces his idea of Utopia. Flying dragons, a rival, hostage negotiations, and thousand-year-old beasts make for plenty of excitement, and the author tackles more deep topics: oppression & minority, politics and sin nature, losing oneself to conformity, and the vulnerability + exploitation of women and children, to name a few.
I enjoyed so many things, like the medieval aesthetic, the symbolism, the dragon love; I appreciated the splendid humour and thought-provoking messages; the ending had me melting and the cliffhanger aghast… it’s absolutely an amazing addition to the series. <3
Content: mentions of women being mistresses & exploited; attempted a*sault to Edith that doesn’t get too far; discussion of the a*sault of a minor ending in pregnancy.
A Favourite Quote: “There are no invisible people here. Everyone has a purpose, everyone is respected. No one is superfluous.”
The old woman who had touched my face so tenderly, what would her condition be if she had grown old in a Welsh mining town, I wondered. Or in Ormdale? I felt a flush of guilt—some of the servants at the abbey were growing old, with no comforts to alleviate the inevitable complaints of age. Had I been content not to see them? Was Ormdale full of invisible people?
A Favourite Beautiful Quote: How odd, I thought, that Arthur’s good looks made me feel off-balance and slightly ill, but Simon’s made me feel like I was sitting in my own chair at home with a teapot brewing and a good fire warming me.
A Favourite Humorous Quote: Goodness, why wouldn’t he find me dull? Quick, I must think of something dull! What was the dullest thing I could think of? Ah! I had it. “Have you ever attended a charity bazaar, sir?” I asked.
He looked taken aback. “No, I can’t say I’ve ever had the pleasure…”
“It is no pleasure. It is a torment,” I said fervently. I then launched into what I hoped was an interminable description of one of the most tedious afternoons I had ever survived. But somehow it didn’t come out that way. It was rather like that ridiculous book I had read on the train. Nothing of any consequence happens in it, the people and events are tiresome in the extreme, but one never wants it to end. From Arthur’s rapt expression, I was beginning to think I should consider trying my hand at a comic novel next instead of my usual detective fare, when I caught a glimpse of Miss Falconer’s face and began to fear I would not survive the night. (Perhaps a knowledge of common poisons would come in handy, after all.) Faltering, I ended my story rather weakly. “So you see, sir, you haven’t missed anything at all. There’s nothing at all to interest you.”
*Quotes to come. I received a complimentary copy of this book for promotional purposes. I was not required to write a positive review. These are my honest thoughts and opinions.*