As a Romanov-phile, I was really excited about the premise of this book. Imagine, a Faberge egg created for Grand Duchess Olga’s 18th birthday and hidden from the world for nearly a century. But Faberge expert Assia is suspicious about its provenance. Returning to Russia, she seeks out her mother’s childhood friend who is a Faberge restorer, only to learn he has apparently committed suicide. Closer examination of the egg makes her even more suspicious, so Assia sets out to prove her mother’s theory that the egg would have been designed and crafted differently.
Oh, did I mention Assia’s mother’s name is also Olga and that she was a Faberge expert, too? Olga was killed in a car accident while Assia was driving, which leads Assia to follow in Olga’s footsteps. Despite honoring Olga by pursuing her passion, Assia’s guilt and remorse permeates her every action, her relationship with her twin sister and father, and her personal life. It gets old.
Russian politics play against history here quite well. But I never felt any connection to Assia or the other secondary characters. There was something clunky about the style, like the author tried to embellish her language when it would have served her better to be more straightforward. There were some chapters that felt misplaced within the narrative as a whole. I enjoyed the story, the sleuthing, and the discoveries that were made, just not how they were presented.
I received a complimentary copy of this book from the publisher.