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384 pages, Hardcover
First published August 10, 2010
In my mind, I saw Jonathan receive the news, his stricken face turning white, shying away from me in disgust. How could any man, even one as kind as Jonathan, look upon a woman the same way after this kind of shame? (pp. 11-12)This is a sentiment perhaps appropriate for the historical setting, but I found it appalling to read here. Luckily for the heroine, as the scene progresses, she did not need to fear for she was rescued from her rapist by page 13, still technically a virgin, by the fortuitous intercession of a mysterious and alluring man who then retreats into the night in a paragraph that makes me think the author secretly wanted to write a screenplay instead of a novel:
In the distance, I saw a shiny black coach with unlit lanterns and two strong black steeds to lead it. Thunder crashed again, and lightning darted through the open sky. The horses neighed, one rearing on its hind legs, while the other seemed to call out to the heavens. (pp. 13-14)The prose actually gets progressively worse, until by page 45 the heroine is describing the joy of discovering masturbation (at age twenty-two, the precocious girl). Which leads me to my killscene for this novel, the line of which I absolutely could not read beyond:
I felt nothing but the wet, creamy, hot walls of my own body. (pp. 45-46)One thing I have to say about ebooks: The format makes it terribly difficult to leaf through a book in the hope of coming across any scenes to reengage my interest. In lieu of that, I checked some other readers' reviews to see if there was any part of this book worth getting back into and found (aside from the fact I am not the only reader to have found the masturbation scene cringeworthy) a blurb for this book stating it was "the novel for Twilight's grownup fans." — according to Michelle Moran, an author I've never heard of before but am now actively avoiding. Only the fact I was reading this on my precious ereader kept me from flinging the book to the wall in disgust.
"There is no going back, Mina, not this time. I am answering your call. And you have answered mine.
"No," I said. "No going back."