Miss Anne de Bourgh is about Darcy's age. So, 28. I had for some reason remembered Lady Catherine saying "since SHE was in HER cradle we planned the match," but it's "since THEY were in THEIR cradles we planned the match." And Darcy has been destined for his cousin "from his earliest hours." I had thought before that Lady Catherine told herself that Darcy hadn't proposed to Anne because Anne had been too young, and that when Lady Catherine said "now, at the moment when the wishes of both sisters would be accomplished in their marriage" yada yada the "now" was because Anne had just turned twenty-one or something. Or even 25, and maybe she wouldn't be able to inherit Rosings if she married before then. But, no. She's Darcy's age. And I've never heard of 28 being the kind of age 21, 25, or even 30 have historically been treated as by law and culture.
Lady Catherine is certainly not rational about this, but I can't conceive of any way for her to be THIS deluded, or for that "now" to make sense. Unless Darcy was... at Oxford until he was 27? (Which would be a whole other kettle of weird.) Or maybe he was traveling Europe?
I'm just scared of going to the doctor again because all my experiences with them since throwing out my back have been terrible and caused me harm. Otoh it looks like drugs aren't necessarily recommended for POTS, since so many patients have more adverse reactions to drugs than the general population (hi me) so I'll dodge that fear if that's it.
It seems that a lot of books with Exceptional Woman Syndrome, Badass Variety, besides denigrating feminine women, have a very high number of male characters who are total cardboard cutouts. Their "personalities" consist of: hot and props up heroine.
I guess lots of books starring Badass Men have female characters who are only hot and prop up the hero, so this is some sort of turnabout. But it's still damn boring either way.
The only thing I can think of to compare it to, history-wise, for my level of not-caring, is troop movements on the battlefield. But I don't have to think about that when writing historical romance. I kinda need to know something about clothing, though my books are still not going to satisfy people who love clothes porn. Though I do like jewelry, so I do dwell on that a little, so maybe that will make up for it.
( ETA I think I know why this is an issue for me )
Number one peeve: when someone in a "hero" role has done terrible things doesn't have to acknowledge fully how terrible those things are, and is pronounced redeemed with very little effort.
Number two peeve: when someone in a "hero" role beats himself up his whole adult life for doing terrible things, and the author keeps hinting that he's done truly terrible things, but eventually we find out he did NOTHING MORALLY WRONG WHATSOEVER.
Come on, when the title calls the hero a "Duke of Dark Desires", I expect some kind of actual darkness he's perpetrated in the past. I am deeply unsatisfied.
But that novel did have Julian, who was awesome, and this is his novel. So far, it's amusing me. I mean, it's called The Duke of Dark Desires, I don't think I'm supposed to take it terribly seriously. Plus Julian continues to be hot, even if he is somewhat selfish. He's a little whiny for my taste, but I guess that's always been a Thing, and unlike the douche in the last book, he has a sense of humor that saves him. And he has more reason for angst. And, centrally, he takes responsibility for his own bad decisions. Plus: not abusive. (Fingers crossed that he stays that way.)
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They're behaving like royalty, you mean? People should be required to read some 18th-century broadsheets before starting gossip sites.
In the dream book, the chief of police, who had been a good friend and mentor to Anita through many books, was murdered. This character does not actually exist, but I think he was an expy of Zebrowski (sp?). The second-in-command who "inherited" his role -- which I think is not how it actually works -- was Richard-as-a-cop. Anita had a strained on-again/off-again thing with Richard, a realistic and not hugely obnoxious relationship where you knew they would eventually end up together but meanwhile were each other's best friends and irritated each other constantly.
( The penis parade was gone )
1) Heroine who is down on her luck and knows nothing about the fashionable world, yet explicitly separates men into "gentlemen" and "farmers and etc.," and it never crosses her mind that the latter are people to whom she could be attracted. (Hi, I'd like to introduce you to Robert Martin and Gilbert Blythe, but they're too good for you.)
2) Heroine sleeps the sleep of the dead until she's groped.
3) Hero is a massive grouch who sleeps around with women he explicitly does not respect, and he looks down on women who sleep around.
4) Hero supposedly prefers well-padded women, but cannot stop thinking about how slim the heroine is.
5) Heroine is given a huge amount of money and a personal stylist, but she doesn't want any of those things, oh deary me no, because, as the hero says, she is "not like most girls."
6) Sentence fragments! They're not my bane usually, but there are SO FUCKING MANY like MORE THAN IN TWILIGHT my kingdom for a complete sentence!
7) Showing, then telling, then explaining what's been told. Okay, she wanted to lengthen the novel, I can dig it. Maybe she should have tried complete sentences; those work pretty well.
8) Everyone in this book, including the side characters, is obnoxious in a way that makes me dislike the author.
9) Aren't the hero and heroine supposed to be avoiding each other? So why are they not avoiding each other? The hero despises the heroine and said he wanted them to stay out of each other's way, yet he finds her and starts conversations with her. There's no outside force pushing them together. They seem to be talking to each other because they're the hero and heroine of a romance novel, and that's it.
10) I revoke the author's right to use the word "rustic" and any variations thereof.
It's not badly written, exactly, and it's not massively offensive, precisely, and I'm laughing enough at the cliches and absurdity that I think I'll finish it, but argh.
Sooo... who else suspects Frank Churchill poisoned his aunt? He has a huge fight with Jane and rides home quickly. Mrs. Churchill "had not lived above six-and-thirty hours after his return. A sudden seizure of a different nature from any thing foreboded by her [Mrs. Churchill's] general state, had carried her off after a short struggle."