My first Lisa Jackson read... and I think my last. I'm not saying it was bad - don't get me wrong. The writing was... okay; with the exception of 'mayhaps', it's written in the modern vernacular. It didn't lend anything to the time/setting, which was mostly NOT described, either. We're never told why Kiera disguised herself as a boy and ran off on her father's horse at the beginning, which is a gaping hole that niggled throughout the whole book. Another gaping hole is the missing Brock, who never resurfaces, as the author seems to have forgotten about him. And aside from Kiera, Lisa Jackson believes every single person in Wales has a 'y' somewhere in their name. It got... weird... after a while. Which is kind of funny, because every character outside of the hero's family in the book is pretty much Irish redhead. Not right.
Did I enjoy the book? Mmmmmssssorta. It's a book about a lie that gets bigger and bigger and harder to cover and it's... it's... painful. Not exciting. We're told that Keira and Layrd Whats-his-face love each other, but we're never made to feel it, we don't really do much more than sympathize, when what we want is to empathize. Eh. It was a good read for a quick afternoon escape, but was it a *good* book? Mmmnnnotsosure. It's the first in a series. I'm not left actively seeking the next book.