Helpful Score: 1
This was a very good book...I read it in one day!
Helpful Score: 1
Yes. very good book. Sommerfield is a great author from way back.
Helpful Score: 1
The central plot of the story is Marc Copeland Garrison's revenge against the Carringtons, who he feels ruined his father's fortune and led the old man to suicide. He is going to ravish Catalina Carrington and then dump her into the dives of Natchez when he's finished with her and get his sweet revenge. Naturally, he falls in love and she does too.
The one word to describe this book is "laborious." OK, two. "Painstaking" is another one. This has been the most minutely-plotted book, romance or anything else, I've read in a long time. After awhile, it got pretty damn tedious. There was a tight cast of characters whose actions always went up to a point where someone else in the cast would take the ball and run down the field for a few yards, then toss it to someone else. Chasing after one another, lying to one another, plotting and planning, etc. Everything was connected, everyone was tied to someone in the past or present. It was deliberate and no-frills, but there was no spark to it at all.
Sommerfield also had 2 quirks that quickly annoyed. There is a LOT of laughing and chuckling in this book, sometimes as many as 3 instances in as many short paragraphs. Usually it's soft, but sometimes she goes out on a limb and has the laughter be angry or just normal volume. The second quirk was the way she set up her scenes. When one scene or chapter ended with one character doing something, the next scene or chapter would begin with another character doing something that would then lead into the previous scene we had just read. This happened about 90% of the time, and in a 496 page book, that's a style that becomes repetitious.
It could have been far shorter, had the completely unnecessary subplot of Catalina's brother Seth been taken out. What I thought would be interesting and connected and first turned utterly superfluous. Seth was utterly pointless to the story beyond serving as the means for Marc to get his hands on the Carrington riverboat. When the bad guy had him thrown into the Mississippi, he should have stayed there. However, he's dragged out by a river rat and her grandfather, and a kind of My Fair Lady story went on that had zero interest. Its resolution, however, was so saccharine that I was expecting a basket of kittens to be on the last page.
For being published in 1987 in what is still generally accepted as the "bodice ripper" era, there really was little grit or shocking moments. Natchez is portrayed as a hellhole (was it really that bad?), but it's a monogamous romance (I'm not too jazzed about those types) and the hero, while being nasty in intent, is hardly brutal in act. It was a "meh" read, and has only put me in the mood for some true bodice-ripping rapine.
3 stars.
The one word to describe this book is "laborious." OK, two. "Painstaking" is another one. This has been the most minutely-plotted book, romance or anything else, I've read in a long time. After awhile, it got pretty damn tedious. There was a tight cast of characters whose actions always went up to a point where someone else in the cast would take the ball and run down the field for a few yards, then toss it to someone else. Chasing after one another, lying to one another, plotting and planning, etc. Everything was connected, everyone was tied to someone in the past or present. It was deliberate and no-frills, but there was no spark to it at all.
Sommerfield also had 2 quirks that quickly annoyed. There is a LOT of laughing and chuckling in this book, sometimes as many as 3 instances in as many short paragraphs. Usually it's soft, but sometimes she goes out on a limb and has the laughter be angry or just normal volume. The second quirk was the way she set up her scenes. When one scene or chapter ended with one character doing something, the next scene or chapter would begin with another character doing something that would then lead into the previous scene we had just read. This happened about 90% of the time, and in a 496 page book, that's a style that becomes repetitious.
It could have been far shorter, had the completely unnecessary subplot of Catalina's brother Seth been taken out. What I thought would be interesting and connected and first turned utterly superfluous. Seth was utterly pointless to the story beyond serving as the means for Marc to get his hands on the Carrington riverboat. When the bad guy had him thrown into the Mississippi, he should have stayed there. However, he's dragged out by a river rat and her grandfather, and a kind of My Fair Lady story went on that had zero interest. Its resolution, however, was so saccharine that I was expecting a basket of kittens to be on the last page.
For being published in 1987 in what is still generally accepted as the "bodice ripper" era, there really was little grit or shocking moments. Natchez is portrayed as a hellhole (was it really that bad?), but it's a monogamous romance (I'm not too jazzed about those types) and the hero, while being nasty in intent, is hardly brutal in act. It was a "meh" read, and has only put me in the mood for some true bodice-ripping rapine.
3 stars.
