A few days ago, I finished all the books I was reading roughly at the same time, which is quite rare, and I had to make a decision as to what to read next. You know how when you’re hungry but you don’t know what you want to eat and nothing really sounds good? That was me trying to pick my next reads. In the “oh, what the heck” vein, I picked Moby Dick (Penguin paperback edition); Hyperion (Kindle Edition) and then The Telling Touch as a lighter read.
Or at least that was my thought. In reality, I’m enthralled with the early chapters in Moby Dick and I’m not finding it difficult reading at all! Hyperion, though, is a bit more dense because of the necessary world-building elements, but I’m finding it very enjoyable as well.
What about my third choice? Well, I had to remind myself several times that as this book is marketed as a romance, the author (who is a dear online friend) is obligated — OBLIGATED, I TELL YOU — to give her readers a Happy Ever After. But, oh, the angst! in getting to that HEA.
Meg has a magical gift, passed down through the women in her family, an ability to read the thoughts and emotions of others through touch (hence the title). Other than that, she is just an ordinary girl growing up in a West Country village, tagging along with the neighborhood boys when they go fishing. But as she gets older, she realizes she’s in love with one of those boys, Nick, the presumptive heir of his uncle, Lord Ainsley.
But Nick is infatuated with Meg’s older sister, Isabelle, who has her own Superpower and isn’t nearly as ethical as Meg in using it for her own benefit. In fact, Isabelle is completely ruthless in twisting the emotions of others in order to get her own way.
***Edited: I just realized I forgot to mention that Meg also writes a satirical newspaper column, as Sir Frederick Magpie, Disinterested Observer of Elegant Ladies and other Alarming Things. It’s fantastic; Meg uses the column to point out inequalities between the sexes and classes.***
What a great villain Keira has created in Isabelle! I wished for so many bad things to happen to her, and I ached so for Meg that several times I had to lay the book aside for a bit. But then at the end, when Keira allows us to see inside Isabelle as a young woman — well, I still didn’t sympathize with her choices, but it was gut-wrenching anyway. And in all seriousness, Isabelle is a great fictional example of how bending the rules, ooh, just a tiny bit, can lead you down a dark path from which you can never return.
It was also nice to visit with Henry and Beatrice from Her Caprice and get acquainted with their First Pledge of Affection.
I recommend this book to anyone who loves sweet Regency romance and likes a heaping helping of fantasy to go with it.