There really wasn’t any dry parts or times when you wanted things to keep moving forward. The writing is just gorgeous and I enjoyed every minute of it. I don’t think I’ve ever read a historical book in first person, but I absolutely loved the way this was done. The book is in first person for the girl MC, but isn’t for the boy MC.
Treasure hunting, a rumored fortune, ballroom parties, castles. What a lovely book this was! When I say that I enjoy historical fiction, this is the kind of book I’m talking about. Perhaps this is your summer." (p 281)Įnchanting and captivating and just plain old really, really good!
It takes a harsh summer to yield abundance in the vineyards. "Why is God doing this to me? He's.he's pruning the very life out of me." "I can only take so much pruning," she whispered. Word.Īnd the piece de resistance is the inspirational thread expertly woven throughout as the author uses the vineyard as a metaphor for God's love.blew me away!
:-)Īnd, oh goodness, their banter! Barbed words followed by tender ones. I became an anxiety-addled reader! The only thing that soothed my taut nerves was the knowledge that Donegan was just a page or two away. And who can she trust? My tummy jumbled up in knots over some of the decisions she made. Surrounded by people more intent on harming her than helping her. She could be everything he'd ever hoped to find, but it mattered little if he was nothing of what she sought for herself." (p 164) "No matter if she was intelligent and interesting, passionate and spirited, beautiful and bewitching to the extreme. Drawn to Tressa Harlowe even though he finds his fascination 'utterly absurd'. Just typing his name sends me into a swooning tailspin! Wooooeeeeee! So mysterious and austere. The kind of words you want to savor - so much so that sometimes I'd read a passage over again just to let it sink into my bookish soul!. An absolute page-turner!Īnd exquisitely told! So beautifully written that it begs to be read aloud. And so many characters with nefarious purposes. A sinister pall casting dark shadows over Trevelyan Castle. It creeps in on the very first page and continues on right to the end. Mainly because of the distinctive Gothic style. I'm still all shivery delight as I think back on this story. SQQQQEEEEPPPPP!!!!! Sorry for the shattered eardrums but this book is worthy of the combined squealing and eeeping hullaboo I reserve for a sacred few exceptional novels.
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