As a follow up to her trilogy to the Lytton family, I have to admit that I am pleasantly surprised. I fell immediately in love with the Lytton dynasty (No Angel being an absolute delight), so I was slightly nervous going into "Almost a Crime," afraid it would not live up to my expectations, having become so smitten with her previous work. Once again, I am smitten! Somehow, Vincenzi manages to write characters who live glamorous, wealthy, extravagant, successful existences, yet, when it comes to their emotional outpourings, I feel as though they are me and I am them. One can simultaneously live the life of a sexy and affluent businesswoman in London (perfect as far as escapism goes), yet be touched in an incredibly real way.
*Spoilers in following section
I was most moved when Octavia finally allowed herself to be embraced by Tom after the ordeal with the kidnapping. Her contradictory feelings already made perfectly clear, she gave in when she was most in need and went to the man who could easily provide the most comfort and security. It was a marvelous description of emotional complexity, knowing I, no matter what the circumstance, know I would want nothing more than to embrace my husband in such a terrible situation.
I was slightly annoyed, however, by the excessive detail into the lives of minor characters. Don't get me wrong. Romilly's short-lived modeling career and Zoe's forbidden trysts with Ian were certainly entertaining reading, but in some ways, felt tedious when compared to other aspects of the book. Of course, that may be the point of Vincenzi's novels, the tiniest details of circumstances lead from one life experience to another. Change just one detail, one chance meeting, one slip of the tongue and who knows what may occur instead. Had Caroline not found the cell phone in the towel drawer at the same time Tom was having breakfast, then their marriage would certainly have ended. In theory, I absolutely love this philosophy, and would not ask Vincenzi to change anything at all because, in the end, every detail becomes worth it. It is just that I have to admit that at times during the reading of these seemingly "side-tracked" stories, I found myself fervently wishing for less into Zoe's trysts and more into Octavia's. Which, in the end, I received.