Here are my problems: Although clearly set in the past, it really could have been any time. And not just lightly I felt I had been unceremoniously dumped by the side of the road and was left wondering what the hell happened? It almost felt a little du Maurier – sneaking out of an inn in the dead of night, into a waiting carriage what or who were they running from and why? Gothic and mysterious, it grabbed me and threatened not to let me go. From the prologue and the first few chapters I really thought I was going to enjoy this book. So why then did I struggle to even like this book, let alone love it? The blurb and the reviews I had seen made it sound like it had almost been written for me: Bronte-esque (massive tick), historical (tick), set in Yorkshire (tick – I live there), not just in Yorkshire but on the bleak Yorkshire moors (massive tick), gothic (tick), mystery (tick), drama (tick). After all, one person’s trash is another person’s treasure and all that (not saying that this book is trash, it just didn’t work for me). I really don’t like posting negative reviews but I do feel it’s important to be honest about a book.
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