This is a quickie review for a satisfying and entertaining historical romance ebook I read in under 24 hours. The Duchess Deal is the latest release from Tessa Dare, an author who I happily stumbled upon a couple of years ago. Since then I have read all her books. Yes, there are steamy sex scenes in The Duchess Deal as per this genre and there is also a feisty heroine and a physically and mentally scarred Duke, but there are also laughs, drama and romance which is what always keeps me coming back to this genre when I just want a fun read.
Set in London sometime after the Battle of Waterloo, The Duchess Deal tells the story of a brooding, scarred from battle, Duke of Ashbury (a kind of beast-like figure) who was cruelly abandoned by his fiancée due to his disfigurement and has become a recluse. He is not the nicest of men as a result and drives his servants crazy by being demanding, rude and never leaving the house. But Ashbury decides it is time he does his duty to the title and find a wife to impregnate and then send off to a house in the country once she is with child. Afterall, who could love a hideous beast like him? Continue reading →
Ah, Pride and Prejudice … it is the classic book that keeps on proving to be fertile ground for other writers to grow their own stories. I’ve read many a P&P spin-off. Some good. Some downright terrible. But never have I read a book quite as clever as this. It’s such a good idea, I wish I had of thought of it.
In Longbourn by Jo Baker, the characters we know and love from Pride and Prejudice take a backseat. This is the tale of the servants who wait on their every whim. The servants who scrub the mud off Elizabeth Bennett’s shoes after she goes traipsing through the fields. The servants who deliver all the letters for the family, clean the undergarments of five young ladies, worry about their future after Mr Bennett dies and Mr Collins takes over the house, and put up with the moods of a very passionate family.
I guess you could call in a cross between P&P and Downton Abbey, but I don’t believe it is trying to be a gimmick. It is simply a very good, very clever story.
Much of the book is told from the point-of-view of Sarah, a maid who was rescued from the poor house by Mrs Hill, the housekeeper, and brought up to see to the needs of the household. There’s also a young girl called Polly and the old Mr Hill working in Longbourn. Sarah’s whole world is Longbourn and unlike the privileged girls upstairs, she wonders if she will ever get to experience anything in her life.
And then along comes James Smith – a young man with a mysterious past and someone who Sarah doesn’t like or trust on sight. Although he is a hard worker, she wonders where he came from and what he is hiding. With the arrival of Mr Bingley and the opening up of Netherfield, Sarah meets an exotic footman of Mr Bingley’s who may offer her the escape from drudgery she has been searching for.
As Sarah and James’s stories are laid out, in the background the story of P&P unfolds – but not entirely as we know it. Such as …
What does Mr Collins arrival mean to the Longbourn servants? And how does Elizabeth’s refusal jeopardise them?
We all know what a cad Mr Wickham was and how he favoured young girls. What happens when he visits Longbourn?
Why is Mrs Bennett the way she is and does Mr Bennett have a reason to feel guilty?
Whilst the girls go off to balls, how is a household run during this time – especially on a budget. Taking care of the laundry of five young women is no easy task!
Lydia and Kitty love the militia but P&P mentions little about the war that is being fought at this time. Longbourn tells the reader more about the realities of this time for those in the army and those less privileged.
I found this book rich in its characters and content. It is part ode to P&P, part history lesson in the realities of the time, part suspense and also a love story. Though I love Mr Darcy, here he is no more than a stern, slightly terrifying stranger in the parlour.
I was a bit sceptical picking this up as it reeked of gimmick, but I’m glad I did.
I just finished reading The Fever Treeby Jennifer McVeigh. Quotes from reviewers likened it to the African version of Gone With the Wind and as that is one of my all-time favourite books, I had to give this book a read. I can see where they got the comparisons from. Both books contain a female protagonist who is selfish and thoughtless. Both books deal with the theme of slavery and have their heroines go through severe hardship. And both books contain love triangles where one man is a scoundrel and the other the epitome of goodness. That is where the comparisons end.
After all, how can a book of 346 pages (The Fever Tree) compare with the epic saga Gone With The Wind which runs for over 1, 000 pages? Scarlett O’Hara is one of the best literary characters ever created, as is Rhett Butler. The Fever Tree doesn’t come close to matching GWTW‘s brilliance. BUT, standing on its own merit, The Fever Tree was still a good read.
The book is set in the 1880s and follows the plight of Frances, the daughter of a wealthy man. She has been spoiled all her life. When her father dies, he leaves nothing but debts and suddenly Frances is faced with the prospect of going to live with her father’s poor Irish relations – or marrying a man she has known from childhood and despises. Edwin is now a doctor working in the Kimberley region of South Africa, fighting the outbreak of smallpox and the injustice and brutality he sees inflicted upon the African workers used to mine diamonds for white men.
Circumstances leave Francis with no other option but to take up Edwin’s offer and travel from England to South Africa. As Edwin has already returned to Africa, Francis travels alone for the voyage. On board the ship she meets a handsome charmer called William. He is everything that Edwin is not and she soon falls in love with him. Once in Africa, Frances is shocked by the conditions there and the vast emptiness. She does nothing to learn to like her new husband or to offer him any practical help. She can’t mend, cook or do anything domestic. But little by little, she finds an appreciation for the land’s beauty. Then a whole lot of things go wrong and Frances refuses to mature or see what is staring her in the face.
I struggled to like Frances yet still felt pity for her situation. But as the book went on, I felt like I wanted to shake her out of her apathy. Also, the voyage to South Africa took almost half the book. I think that it could have taken less time to get there!
The Fever Tree explored the lengths men will go to to make their fortunes. The diamond mines of the Kimberley were hellish places built on human suffering. The writing truly evoked the beauty and harshness that is Africa.
I’m glad I gave this a read but it should be judged on its own merit instead of being compared to a classic.
All That I Am by Anna Funder has been on my “to read” list for a long time. As the winner of many Australian literary awards, including the prestigious Miles Franklin Award, I knew this was a book that had impressed the critics. What stopped me buying it was the fact that I thought it was another sad story of the horrors inflicted on Jewish people during World War II. You definitely have to be in the right frame of mind to cope with those reads. So I put it off until I received it as a Christmas gift. And then I put off reading it a little longer.
Finally, I picked it up and started reading. When I did, I realised that this was a story I didn’t know. All That I Am follows the lives of two couples – Ruth and her husband Hans and Ruth’s cousin Dora and her lover the celebrated German left-wing playwright Ernst Toller. It takes place in the years before World War II when Hitler and the Nazi party are gaining more power. Before the rest of the world realised what was going on and the political opponents of Hitler, and those activists who openly opposed the Nazis in the public sphere such as journalists, writers and playwrights, were imprisoned or forced to leave Germany – and as time went by those who stayed were not given the option of a trial and prison, but were executed or sent to camps.
What makes it even more interesting is that it is based on a true story. It tells the fictionalised version of real people and real events. Ruth, Hans, Dora and Ernst were lucky enough to be allowed to take exile. They settle in London and as per the terms of their residency in the UK are told they can only stay if they do not engage in political activity. But they are compelled to continue to tell the stories of those left behind in Germany and of the friends hunted down and killed by the Nazis. They want to get countries like Britain to recognise what is going on in Germany. But they are not safe in London. There are men following them in the shadows. And the Nazis are prepared to go to any length to silence their opponents, wherever they may be. It is hard to know who to trust.
In the middle of all this intrigue is the story of Ruth, now an old woman living in Australia looking back on what happened before. Her story focuses on her cousin Dora – a brave resistance fighter who had an unconventional relationship with Ernst Toller. The book is also told from Ernst’s point-of-view.
I can see why this novel won so many accolades. It is beautifully written with a compelling storyline. I learnt a lot about a part of history that I didn’t know about before. I wouldn’t be surprised if someone turns this into a film. It is a story that needed to be told.
When it comes to enjoyable and entertaining historical fiction, Philippa Gregory is my go-to author every time. I enjoyed her series of books on the wives of King Henry VIII and the Tudors (The Constant Princess, The Boleyn Inheritance, The Other Boleyn Girl, The Other Queen, The Virgin’s Lover and The Queen’s Fool) and then learnt a lot about the 15th century War of the Roses from her Cousins’ War books (The White Queen and The Lady of the Rivers). The Red Queen gives another perspective on the War of the Roses – that of Margaret Beaufort from the House of Lancaster. (You may know her as the grandmother of Henry VIII.)
Margaret Beaufort has often been portrayed as a joyless, scheming, witch of a woman in history and literature. A woman eaten up with one ambition – to set her son on the throne of England. When I read The White Queen, told from the perspective of the York Queen, Elizabeth Woodville, I sympathised with the rise and fall of her fortunes as her husband, King Edward, fought and lost the throne, only to die young and have his younger brother, Richard, seize the throne. There were so many twists and turns you couldn’t hope for a more intriguing plot. They certainly knew how to scheme in those days.
In The Red Queen, Philippa Gregory makes the reader see the War of the Roses from the Lancaster view point. She paints a portrait of Margaret as a pious child, more suited to a nunnery than marriage. Margaret was married off at the age of 12 to Edmund Tudor and was then a widow and mother by the age of 13. She then had to leave her child with his uncle in Wales as she entered into another arranged marriage.
She never forgot her child and his claim to the throne. And for decades, as her fortunes rose and fell with those of the House of Lancaster, she tirelessly plotted to forward her son’s cause. I will not give away any more – although all you history buffs will know how the story goes.
I thought it was interesting to hear this side of the story. I’ve read so many literary works on this period of history, most told from the York perspective. I still think Sharon Kay Penman’s The Sunne in Splendour was the best of the lot. But Philippa’s series is certainly up there.
What I like about Philippa Gregory books is that they give women their rightful place in history. Yes, it was a man’s world back then but women were also central to the politics of the day. They may not have ridden off to war like Joan of Arc, but they plotted and schemed and did what they had to do to further their families’ fortunes and protect their children.
If you like historical fiction, definitely give this one a read.
A couple of months back I wrote about one of my favourite books – Persuasion by Jane Austen. At the time, fellow blogger Northern Mummy left a comment on my blog telling me about a series of books written by Amanda Grange which tell the Jane Austen stories we all know and love from the perspective of the male protagonists. Captain Wentworth’s Diary looks at all the action of Persuasion from Frederick Wentworth’s point-of-view. Of course, I had to go out and hunt this book down!
We first meet Frederick as a young man at the start of a stellar career in the British navy. On shore leave he goes to stay with his brother Edward, a curate who lives in a small country village. It is here that Frederick meets a certain Miss Anne Elliot in whom he finds a kindred spirit. This side of the story – how Frederick and Anne meet and fall in love – is something we never hear about in much detail in Persuasion. It is with a rush of guilty pleasure that I read Amanda Grange’s version of events.
Ultimately, Frederick proposes and Anne accepts, only to refuse him when persuaded to by her mother’s friend, Lady Russell. Eight years pass … during this time Frederick becomes Captain Wentworth and wins his fortune fighting in the Napoleonic wars. Fate leads him back to the village where he met Anne. There he finds Anne much altered after all these years. They are like strangers now and he has no idea of how she feels to see him again.
I won’t give away anything more. It was interesting to read a whole new take on Persuasion. The author did a pretty good job of channeling Jane Austen. I wouldn’t say that this is a literary masterpiece, but it was a nice way to pass my reading time.
Comfort reading is like comfort eating – minus the calories. From time to time I return to my bookshelf and pull out an old faithful friend. It has the same effect on me as eating a block of chocolate. It just makes me feel good.
Now I can add a new book to my comfort reading list: The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society by Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows. My best friend gave me this book before she got on a plane to go back to her home overseas. “Read it, it’s good,” she said.
I picked it up the other day and just meant to read a page or two. I ended up reading half the book! At first I wasn’t sure if I would like a book that is set out as a bunch of letters between numerous people. But it didn’t take long for me to warm to this format. Reading letters really draws you in and makes you feel closer to the characters.
The book is set in Britain in 1946, a time when everyone is emerging from the horror of the Second World War. Writer Juliet Ashton is fresh off a book tour and hunting around for the topic of her next book. She corresponds with her publisher and friend Sidney and his sister, Sophie, through a series of letters and telegrams. Then she receives a letter from a stranger named Dawsey Adams. He is a pig farmer from the British Island of Guernsey and found her details written in the front of a second-hand book. He writes to ask where he can find more books from the same author.
It is through the course of this correspondence that Juliet learns how the island was occupied by the Nazis throughout the war and how the Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society came into being. Soon she is corresponding with a motley crew of islanders from a white witch who makes terrible concoctions, to an elderly farmer and a butler who impersonated a Lord throughout the occupation. What at first begins as an amusing correspondence quickly awakens the writer in Juliet. She learns that at the heart of all these stories is a remarkable woman named Elizabeth. The members of the literary society are waiting for Elizabeth to come home from wherever she was sent by the Germans during the war. As they wait, they are collectively taking care of Elizabeth’s small daughter, Kit.
To tell you much more would be to spoil the natural and entertaining way this story unfolds. I never knew that the islands between England and France were occupied by the Nazis, nor what the islanders had to endure to survive the war. The stories tell of starvation, of sending children away for years to the mainland, of friendships and run-ins with German soldiers, and of years without any news from England. But mostly this is a story of finding light in dark places, of love and resilience, and of how books can unite people from all walks of life. Although some of the subject matter is heavy, it is written in a manner that doesn’t weigh you down.
I really enjoyed this book. I’d heard about it for years but it wasn’t until my friend placed it in my hands that I read it. It’s just the kind of book that I needed to read right now. Or as Juliet says in the book: “Perhaps there is some secret sort of homing instinct in books that brings them to their perfect readers.”
What makes a good book? Well, a riveting plot helps, as do believable characters and masterful writing that makes it impossible to put the book down. Rarely do you find a book that combines all these elements and more. The Light Between Oceans by M.L Stedman is such a book. It is both a critic’s darling and a reader’s delight. I bought it on Saturday and finished it on Monday night, having a good weep as I read the final pages. This book is both heart-wrenching and gut-wrenching. And if I could think of another ‘wrenching’ it would be that as well.
The story is set in the 1920s in a remote corner of Western Australia. Tom Sherbourne is a man still haunted by the things he saw and did during World War One. He is a decorated soldier who doesn’t want to dwell on the past and sees no glory in what he did during the war. He finds solace by becoming a lighthouse keeper. There’s something about maintaining a beacon of light that soothes his soul. He also doesn’t mind the isolation.
Tom’s job brings him to the small town of Point Partageuse and then out to a tiny island called Janus Rock. From the lighthouse he can see where two oceans meet: the Indian Ocean and the Southern Ocean. He is the sole occupant of the island and only sees people from the mainland every three months when the supply boat comes out. He gets shore leave very rarely.Before he took up this post, he met Isabel, the 19-year-old daughter of the local headmaster. She is lively and vibrant, full of life. After a time of exchanging letters, they marry and she goes to live with Tom on Janus Rock.
Two miscarriages and a stillbirth later, Isabel is a shell of her former self, stricken by grief at her loss. That is until the day a boat washes up on the island, carrying a dead man and a crying baby girl. It’s Tom’s duty to report the incident at once, but Isabel has other ideas. Tom reluctantly agrees to keep the baby and pretend she’s their own. But where does the baby come from? Who does she belong to? And what will happen if the truth should ever come to light?
I don’t want to give away any more of the story because not knowing what will happen next is one of the strengths of this book. The language is exquisite, beautifully crafted without isolating the reader. The characters are three-dimensional and constructed so well that you care what happens to them. And the dialogue evokes the bygone era. This book also seamlessly explores themes of loss, love and family.
It’s no wonder that this debut novel has been snapped up in twenty territories so far. Now I’m left to wait impatiently for the next book by M.L. Stedman.