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I read a page before I knew I couldn't go on. It was everything I feared most; horribly written revisionist history told in a slushy, over-romanticised voice that made me want to vomit. When I was a kid I used to go to the library for my Great-Aunt Agnes, and she absolutely loved historical romances. I used to have a pretty fool-proof method of choosing her books; the strength of my negative reaction to the book blurb would be in direct contrast to Agnes's appreciation. This book would have, without a doubt, been on her top 10 all time favourites list. As I haven't finished it, and
probably won't, I'll leave it unrated |