Well, what can I say? The Golden Nib speaks for itself, but my feelings on Yorkshire go deeper than giving a top score. I wanted a day of curling up on the sofa with a good book, and I wanted historical. Thankfully I had Yorkshire, and I opened the book expecting a lot. I wanted a lot—emotions, that beauty you get from historical works, first person perspective, and I wanted to be swept away. My expectations were very high, but I did not expect to have every one of them met and then some.
Yorkshire has a beautiful, ethereal quality to it where I was just carried along with the characters on an effortless current. The clothing, the scenery, the society, and the wording was a perfect fit for me and the mood I was in.
From the first line I was hooked. Rose is such a lovely woman, always in the shadow of her pretty sister, afraid, at 25, that she’s doomed to stay on the shelf and be the aunt who looks after the nieces and nephews. She has never felt beautiful, doesn’t see herself as such, and her humble view of herself is so touching it really got to me. I saw her as beautiful because of the person she is, and Richard, Lord Strang, saw her the same way. And I bloody loved him for it.
Richard…rumours surround him, follow him everywhere he goes due to his past as a libertine. A past he chose to create because of something that happened to his twin brother—no plot spoilers from me. His devotion to his twin shone brightly and endeared me to him even more. And I loved the way he acted so cold and calculating but underneath he wasn’t. And Rose knew he wasn’t, going with her instincts on the shot of love she got when he entered her life, and I cheered her on for that. My God, these two are so beautifully crafted that they surely must have existed in the past. They are that real it’s like they were real, that somewhere back in time these two were alive.
The sexual tension between Rose and Richard isn’t that hot, crazy erotic stuff that gets you all afluster, but this magnificent, incredibly beautiful experience that holds you like a hug, and you suck in your breath waiting for that moment, and when it came, when they met alone in the stable…my goodness, my reaction shocked me. I gasped, held my breath, put my hand to my throat, and wanted to cry. Really cry. I can give no explanation as to why their meeting got me this way, only that it did, and I will never, ever forget it. It got me that much I even emailed my friend about it.
So with their feelings known, and Richard showing a side of himself he has only shown one other—his brother—I got to see his small gestures of caring for Rose when, because of rules and propriety, he couldn’t rightly show them in public. Richard is promised to a horrible woman who, I admit, I wanted to hurt quite badly (LOL), and in one scene he walks from the room and just about brushes his hand across Rose’s so that she knows he wants to touch her, to be with her. That was another moment that had me in awe, because he risked a lot to do that. If someone had seen… But he did it, showing his love for Rose, and I loved him even more.
As well as this delightful pair, Yorkshire has a cast of characters that all blend well—none stick out as extras, they all belong—and I got to know them through Rose’s eyes. Ms. Connolly has a way with first person where it’s not like you’re just seeing it from one point of view. All characters are drawn perfectly, and not only did I hate the woman Richard was promised to, Miss Cartwright, but also Steven Drury, an utter pig who fancied himself promised to Rose and wouldn’t leave her alone. At every moment he could, he waylaid her, and he repulsed me so badly I muttered nasty things about him whenever he appeared.
When trouble is afoot and the main characters have to work out who did a despicable act and why, Yorkshire enters a lovely phase where, because the characters can’t just go about accusing people as we maybe would nowadays, they had to act properly and pick their moments. It’s tense in places, deliciously so, and when I had to break from reading—ARGH!—to collect my daughter from school, on the walk there I was trying to work out who had done it and what their motive was. I suspected the wrong person entirely, all because of Ms. Connolly’s clever way of having my mind diverted elsewhere.
There are some adorable phrases in Yorkshire that I loved and admired, and the writing is so lush that it isn’t difficult to imagine you’re in the book with everyone, taking part in everything. So this brings me to the fact I have 13 “Best Bits”, and I’ve had a look to see if I can cut them down for this review and I can’t. Each one of them touched me for a variety of reasons, and I loved them all.
Yorkshire took my breath away, literally, and gave me a spectacular look into the past. I’m so very thankful this is a series, because five minutes after I finished the book, I wanted more. I was lost without everyone, but my head was still filled with them, and there will always be a space in my heart and mind for these people. Ms. Connolly delivered a fantastic story that I will carry around forever. Historical, first person, Lynne Connolly = Heaven.