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274 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 20, 2021
"To think I should live to hear such language in my own family! We are not monsters; we are seasonal eccentrics!"The narrative is peppered with Oscar Wilde-esque quips, and this one takes the cake. But there are plenty to go around; let me indulge myself...
"It is far more agreeable to regret the past in luxury than in penury, my dear."Thus the Grand Duke Vasily defends his extravagances. Yes, everybody is talking about the Grand Duke Vasily, but because of spoilers, all I can say is that to our delight he is indeed BACK in action, and slipperier than ever.
The Tecks had originally not been invited at all, for when one's ancestor has introduced a countess into the family tree, one cannot expect to be treated like proper royalty.And speaking of the Tecks, May takes a primary role and I must say she shines. Although at one point she gives rise to her mother's grievance, and we are treated to the splendiferous outburst of her full name.
___________________________These are the kind of digs I thrive on.
He was all swaddled up in silks and furs, looking more like an Asiatic prince than a supremely unimaginative English gentleman.
___________________________A favourite!
“Do you think that would be proper?"
"Dear May, are you really asking me what would be proper?"
___________________________George is one of those characters who simply must change or be damned. He will drive you NUTS but also...other things...
The effect was not lost upon George, who, after some effort, retrieved his tongue from the back of his throat, where it seemed to have gotten tangled up among his tonsils.
___________________________Rowntree's purple prose will choke you laughing.
His shirt-front was the exact colour of a snowy Alpine slope on a spring morning, and his trousers that rare and delicate shade of grey found only on the inside of an angel's wing.
___________________________And some profound stuff to satisfy the thematic demands.
Those who want change will never accept less than total revolution. They would choose the worst of anarchists any day over the best of monsters.
I had been taught to pray at Saint Botolph's, by people who expected it to make me meek and biddable. ...I had learned religion... Was there any substance in what I believed, or had it only ever been a tool of control, an empty gesture to tradition?Thoughts I can relate to. Questions I've wrestled with.
___________________________Ah the Australianism! It couldn't stay corseted under all that Englishness - I knew it would poke through!
"For having done me this service, I shall this once look the other way. Don't make me regret it, Miss Sharp!"
"Why don't you chuck me a tenner for good measure?" I said.