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it’s so unfortunate that i can currently not stand these people

That was the Duke of Beswick’s two year-old son, eating grass

“But I’m a bunny, papa… And bunnies get hungry when hopping “
That may be the best line of the book

Finally, the epilogue. Almost done. I cannot remember a title that took more out of the reader to skim, intermittently read, comment upon as so not enjoyable. I would give this one star, but that’s for the author. Another star for the fact that she completed whatever you want to call this, and three because I like so many of her other books

And now almost isn’t afterthought, the beat to death plot line, Isobel thinks she is with child. Done to death, that trope must end 90% of this genre.

And here the tale of withdrawal to spend outside of where it should have gone, ends.

Wait for it, on page 342. Fellatio, no cunnilingus. It’s been so long I forgot which is which

The most repeated line in the narrative is
“He’d never been harder “

Creativity, thy name has fled.

Winter, Prince Valiant-
Words had the power to build and demolish

So occasionally there was a line of prose that rang like a bell, but the rest was mayhem. And perhaps that was what the author was striving for.
Not my cup of tea not now

It’s all come tumbling out. The Duke’s wife, unhappy made everyone else unhappy. Another trope done to death.

Clarissa: it’s a miracle I haven’t collapsed from sheer anxiety

She is not the only one

Figured it out. This is like every Groucho marks movie ever made, the film strip splintered, and sewn together without paying attention. There’s nothing in this flock of pages that has been left out. It is not entertaining. It is fatiguing

All over the map. Everything but the kitchen sink. No trope left unclaimed. What the fuck is going on? And should I care? Told his wife to get a lover. His brother illegitimate? What now.

…Some people tend to shy away from the unfamiliar…

In this case from the familiar and the unfamiliar, and it wasn’t a shy, it was a gallop away

My phone is at 64% charged. I will read until it is 80% and then go downstairs.

Thank goodness I am 2/3 done. And this euphemism describes the whole: a mongrel of an erection.
To what purpose this title? I am so over titillation. It is so hard to find a good book with a battered brain from Trump, and yet enjoyable.

The brother and the best friend. Oil and water. Stranger Things have happened. Clarissa and Oliver on the dance floor. I wish the author would get to it already

Hiding behind a curved piece of gold – dusted papier-mâché attached to a rod
Remembering the masks from Northampton, taken to St. Louis for a Halloween party. How many lifetimes ago?

Because I have just come off two books of beautiful prose, I find this narrative a total cop out. Yet underpinning are tropes: masks, avoidance of duty, more masks

Let’s see if I can get this straight. The sister died of opium overdose. There is a smarmy character called Beaumont in the background. Winter is hot for his wife but won’t be there. Kendrick the Duke had issues with his wife and Winter holds a grudge. Brother Oliver is a bug bear. Iz is Isabel in disguise and can ride Hellion astride. More later

Tedious

What is the point of a fake libertine?

Chapter 1 began on day of her marriage in 1819. She, beautiful. He, handsome. He - one and done. Leaves her for three years.
Am still trying to find content. Skim, skim, skim. Like a bad pastry, all flake, no taste. Have given other titles good reviews, don’t know what happened here.