Reader, Writer, Merciless Reviewer and Incurable Romantic
Bots and Spammers are routinely purged.
I don't like any of these people.
I feel as if I'm reading an assignment, that I should feel somehow uplifted. I'm feeling only depressed.
So far, there is no mystery, other than what did happen to Lemuel Beale. The problem is that I don't care. I really don't give a damn.
Martha Beale isn't doing a damn thing. If the author was trying to create anything approaching a determined woman, she'd have done better to read some romance novels written in the past 30 or 40 years. (Perhaps her experience as a soap opera actress has led her to believe romances and soap operas are the same thing. They are not.)
I'm not sure how much more time I'm going to invest in this. If it doesn't improve, I may not make it to 50%