This book went from an insanely hilarious beginning to a sadly ordinary middle, to end in a dramatic and satisfyingly bloodlusty climax. So an above average read despite the story and the plotline leaving me just a bit dissatisfied.
I won’t go into details but I liked the book for two and a half reasons –
First, because I was tickled silly, lolling-about-holding-my-sides tickled silly!
The book finds its funny groove in the 3rd chapter and keeps shooting one sharp witticism after another.
“….and I thought you would suit my purposes perfectly, being a famous hermit—”
“Are you really?” he interjected interestedly.
“Am I what?” demanded Prudence, confused.
“A famous hermit.”
“Not me, lack-wit—you!” she snapped.
Across Prudence’s head, Sir Oswald waggled his eyebrows at Gideon in a man-to-man fashion. Gideon, not knowing what else to do, waggled his back. ....
....“Do you think ladies’ eyebrows can communicate as well?” she asked.
“No, they don’t have sufficient thicketry,” he said with authority.
“Thicketry?”
“Yes, that is the official term.”
Oh yes, the half point is for Great Uncle Oswald (probably the father of modern herbalism) with his penchant for secret concoctions and herbal teas (dandelion, rhubarb, cowslip and what have you!) and those deadly purges!
She felt a sudden twinge in her stomach; Great-uncle Oswald’s herbal purge making its presence felt. She grimaced and rose hurriedly, wishing there was an equally effective herbal remedy against rakes.
And the second solid reason is the H!
I can safely say I haven’t encountered another like him ever before – he’s just perfect!
Sweet, kind, generous, gentle, caring, witty and so in love with the plain-jane h. He combines the best of alpha and beta qualities. (This book, by the way, has the best and worst examples of masculinity- while there are two who resemble the kind of things one hopes to not step on while out dog walking, the other two - the H and Great Uncle Oswald - leave you with the warmest loveliest feeling ever.)
The whole world, including her own sisters think her plain, but from the moment the H meets her, he has eyes for no other – not even her celebrated beauties of sisters! It was almost like a love potion/spell effect on him or simply true love!
“I shall wait for you until I am old and gray if I must. But I’ll have you in the end, my Prudence. And you’ll come to me with a whole heart, you’ll see.”
“If you were mine, I'd never leave you, Prudence. I couldn't.”
And so..
“When a rake falls, he falls so hard.”
Solid 4 stars just for him! And a 1/2 for Great uncle Oswald!