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Linda Hilton

Reader, Writer, Merciless Reviewer and Incurable Romantic

Currently reading

Democracy in Chains: The Deep History of the Radical Right's Stealth Plan for America
Nancy MacLean
Progress: 134/574 pages
Twilight of the Elites: America After Meritocracy
Christopher L. Hayes
Progress: 17/304 pages
The Secular Scripture: A Study of the Structure of Romance
Northrop Frye
Progress: 43/200 pages
Strangers in Their Own Land: Anger and Mourning on the American Right
Arlie Russell Hochschild
Progress: 96/454 pages
Stamped from the Beginning: The Definitive History of Racist Ideas in America
Ibram X. Kendi
Progress: 22/750 pages
All the President's Men
Carl Bernstein, Bob Woodward
Progress: 73/383 pages
Women's Gothic and Romantic Fiction: A Reference Guide (American Popular Culture)
Kay Mussell
Progress: 17/157 pages
The Looking-Glass Portrait
Linda Hilton
Really Neat Rocks: A casual introduction to the rocks & gems of Arizona and the lapidary arts
Linda Hilton
Progress: 61/61 pages
Under the Banner of Heaven: A Story of Violent Faith
Jon Krakauer

Reading progress update: I've read 28%.

A Harvest Passion - Emily Murdoch

I don't know where to begin.


Hestia Royce is an orphan, albeit a wealthy one.  She has apparently inherited a large house in Sandercombe upon the deaths of her parents some months prior to this story's beginning.  One assumes she is of age and/or has no male relatives -- or even older female ones! -- to "protect" her or to negotiate a marriage for her.  Or perhaps her engagement to the duke's youngest son was arranged by her parents before their deaths.  At any rate, she went off to Badanholt unaccompanied by any chaperon, only to be jilted at the altar by the Lord Isaac Quinn.


She returned to Sandercombe, where she lives in her big house and sits around doing nothing all day for five (or maybe six or seven) weeks. 


When Leo Tyndale comes calling, Miss Royce does not even have a servant to answer the door.  (How, then, does this lady even get dressed?)



Leo has been a missionary in India, for crying out loud.  How would he NOT know proper etiquette?  Grasping a woman by the arm and not letting go?  Hello?  (Well, at least he didn't grab her by the . . . . . . )


The writing is falling apart, too.  The syntax is questionable at times, and Ms. Murdoch has a strong affinity for adverbs and said-bookisms.


My brain is weeping.