October 31, 2014
4.5 Stars!!
Mary Balogh is like the Mona Lisa compared to a Picasso. She's dignified and lovely, serene and quietly mysterious. There's nothing about her books that screams "READ ME!" and yet, I always do. I sink into her stories and roll around in another time, another place, another way of thinking.
This was the fourth story in the Survivor's Club series, of which I've only read two. I'll certainly go back and read the others and continue the series though. One thing that struck me about this book was how Flavian (what a name!) is just not my normal kind of hero. He's the smirking type, the kind that you expect to swindle you or something. But our heroine, Agnes, sees through all that to the insecure, hurting man beneath. Just as he sees more than the somewhat dowdy, quiet woman with a bit of a crush.
This is where Balogh excels. She writes characters that are insightful and intuitive, and then she makes the reader see what they see. And makes me fall in love with them all. In this genre, loud and flowery seems to be the norm, but Balogh's characters are all so normal and peaceful. And yet they still have fantastic love stories to tell.
This was...if you couldn't tell...a wonderful book about a man who's seen too much and lived through some awful experiences. Flavian has a bit of a stutter, the only thing left over from his horrific injuries in the war. His fiancee left him to marry his best friend when he was deemed a madman. Now, he's back, he's normal, but a little bitter. He's doing some soul searching, I think, and Agnes comes along at just the right time and place. Agnes is the yin to his yang, and their romance was hold-your-breath beautiful!
Advance copy provided by the publisher for review
Mary Balogh is like the Mona Lisa compared to a Picasso. She's dignified and lovely, serene and quietly mysterious. There's nothing about her books that screams "READ ME!" and yet, I always do. I sink into her stories and roll around in another time, another place, another way of thinking.
This was the fourth story in the Survivor's Club series, of which I've only read two. I'll certainly go back and read the others and continue the series though. One thing that struck me about this book was how Flavian (what a name!) is just not my normal kind of hero. He's the smirking type, the kind that you expect to swindle you or something. But our heroine, Agnes, sees through all that to the insecure, hurting man beneath. Just as he sees more than the somewhat dowdy, quiet woman with a bit of a crush.
This is where Balogh excels. She writes characters that are insightful and intuitive, and then she makes the reader see what they see. And makes me fall in love with them all. In this genre, loud and flowery seems to be the norm, but Balogh's characters are all so normal and peaceful. And yet they still have fantastic love stories to tell.
This was...if you couldn't tell...a wonderful book about a man who's seen too much and lived through some awful experiences. Flavian has a bit of a stutter, the only thing left over from his horrific injuries in the war. His fiancee left him to marry his best friend when he was deemed a madman. Now, he's back, he's normal, but a little bitter. He's doing some soul searching, I think, and Agnes comes along at just the right time and place. Agnes is the yin to his yang, and their romance was hold-your-breath beautiful!
Advance copy provided by the publisher for review