Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I have a love/hate relationship with Carol Goodman. Her books totally intrigue me and I can't put them down and I look for another. It is only after I am finished reading that I get frustrated and can find the flaws.This books reads a lot like the Lake of Dead Languag...
I was pleasantly surprised by this book. My friend had a hard time getting through it, so I wasn't sure if I'd like it. But, since it was set in Capri I decided to give it a try. Maybe it's because I read this book while vacationing in Santorini, I loved it!! There are a few parts where the w...
The Angel Stone is the first book that I have read by this author, and I found that I really enjoyed the world that she built and the story she brought to life. At first, I did have to play catch up not having read the previous two books in the trilogy, but Dark does a great job at catching the ...
A book that starts off really good, and ends up...just bad. Voice and OverallI really liked the hook of the Latin classes, and I thought the beginning was good also. But after the introduction of all the characters, there was a big, and I mean big, downturn in the quality of the book.At some poin...
Pg 37-38t“Tam Lin got off his horse and went over to the girl. On his way he saw a rose and picked it for her – figuring she’d be less afraid if he gave her a present. He pricked his finger on the thorns, though, and cried out. He was pretty embarrassed that the girl saw him hurt himself, but the...
This was my third Carol Goodman novel and from the outset it's clear; she definitely has a formula down. Secrets from the past shedding light on the present, tight knit academia, meditations on art and literature, and gripping literary mysteries. I suppose I should feel as if I've read this befor...
The pacing in the first half of the book was far too slow for me. I expected to really enjoy the book and I nearly abandoned it. Once I crossed the half way point it picked up quite a bit and I found it much more enjoyable but I'm on the fence as to whether to give Carol Goodman another shot. Rea...
For how thy memory has lingered on–In spite of cruelest winter’s drear and howl–By inner mirror seen; I’ve dwelled upon,I must confess, my treachery most foul.Did Shakespeare pen a series of passionate sonnets, unknown to modern scholarship, ardently praising a mysterious dark-haired beauty? This...
An evocative tale of intrigue, romance, and treachery, Carol Goodman's spellbinding new novel, The Night Villa, follows the fascinating lives of two remarkable women centuries apart.The eruption of Italy's Mount Vesuvius in A.D. 79 buried a city and its people, their treasures and secrets. Centur...
Not that she’d be everybody’s idea of a fairytale princess. Her face was square and strong-jawed, not heart-shaped and dimpled like the heroines of the fairy tales in the illustrated Grimm’s my oma brought over from the old country. Her hair was brown—nut brown, I called it to myself—not the spun...
The only light came from Leia’s shrine. There were over a dozen candles there now, and the wall was crowded with stuffed animals, flowers, and pictures of Leia. My mind flashed to Shawna Williams. Would anyone build a shrine for her at that abandoned factory on the river amidst the broken needles...
I will flay him alive.” “So you’ve said a hundred times,” Raven said to Marlin, a wing draped around his shoulder. “And I will gladly help you. But first we ought to figure out how to get that thing off Helen’s face.” “How can such a thing even be p...
He also added that he had some information I would be interested in that he did not feel comfortable imparting in the mail, but that he would tell me when we next saw each other in person. Intrigued, I decided to take the train into the city the first weekend of December. I had to approve the cos...
That’s why we were in the dark. After a few moments of silence—we were all, I believe, stunned by the show we had seen—there was a rustling and the strike of a match. Miss Sharp and Miss Corey had fetched two lanterns from the doorway and set them on the table. The light shining up on our faces t...