I'm going to file this under "life is too short to waste on reading this book in its entirety" - skimmed the last two hundred pages and have no desire to read book three. Evelina is a combination of naive-stupid that I can't tolerate. And not just in her personal life, but in politics, profession...
Thursday NICK CLOSED HIS EYES, FEELING THE SUN ON HIS FACE. AUTUMN was creeping nearer, but days like this made it easy to forget. The Posy Street market was a perfect place to spend such a stolen scrap of summer—all one needed was a few shillings and a pretty girl, and it would be perfect. Bu...
Wednesday “THERE MUST BE A WAY TO MAKE THIS WORK.” Tobias stood back from the stuffed sheep and switched on the device. He was in a mood and more than a little drunk. The late afternoon had been spent at the clubhouse behind the tailor’s shop, trying to make sense out of, well, pretty much everyt...
SundayPANIC ONLY TOOK A DAMSEL IN DISTRESS SO FAR, AND EVELINA was impatient to be on her way. She wasted no time in investigating every crack and corner of her room—a process that took the remainder of her first day in Magnus’s castle aerie. She repeated the entire process the second day, just t...
Just a few weeks ago, the Reverend Dr. Amory Larch, Rector of Wollaston, had performed the burial service himself for the mourners shivering in the November drizzle. Now the grave was an expletive of mud and roots. Bits of coffin wood lay scattered among the remains of the wilted flowers the bere...