I can’t remember the last time a book drew me in so strongly for reasons I couldn’t put my finger on in the slightest. This feels like a dozen other Victorian mystery romances with young governesses and evil uncles and scandal—yet I couldn’t put it down, and devoured it in practically one sitting. For all that Anne gets a little too prone to blushes and tears once the romance really kicks into gear, I enjoyed her character. She’s quiet and seemingly demure, but she also knows her own mind, and is willing to stand up for herself and her principles (even when those principles annoyed me). And the mystery, while pretty obvious, had enough twists to keep me intrigued. A very fun read.
(That said, Edwin Barley gets off way too easily, especially for the his almost comically petty refusal to help a poor orphan. It seems to me like Charlotte, the woman, gets a stronger punishment, while he, the man, gets off Scot free. Charlotte’s awful, too, of course, but I wish the scales of retribution had been a little better balanced.)