A bdsm contractual and complicated relationship between Jeremy Gray (Sir) and Nell (Sub).
I really struggled with rating this one..it was like I had a balance sheet and I wud say: Oh yes, I really liked this, and that and when they did that one...but then he did this and that..and oh no THAT! And what about when he ...? And so on. So yes, people, I settled on a 3. That's right, I'm on the fence with this one, straddling the middle. I REALLY wanted it to be more romantic than it was, but I must be a masochist for this book (shockin' talk as I'm unrepentantly hedonic), because whatever dynamic there was, romantic or otherwise, was fascinating to me.
And the character of Jeremy Gray; well he was not the snake charmer...(really he couldn't be bothered)...he was the snake. He was self-absorbed, self-pleasing. He took what he wanted, how he wanted it and be damned with the consequences. Yes, this character was strangely compelling and repellent to watch...I couldn't keep my mind-eyes off him.
If Jeremy was a snake, he was also a rabbit's foot because he had so much luck and good fortune, I wanted to capture it, bottle it up, and sell it...just HOW could he walk all over everybody else, push people so far and away and still have 'em come back for more? I'm calling it the Jeremy Juju.
Really, this book should be renamed Jeremy's Comfort (ha!). The man cud just take things for damn granted, walk all over sh*t, and still have it all presented back to him on a platinum platter, even when he doesn't ask for it, and really does nothing to get it...well, You've just gotta love those people who get all of the luck..(smiling with gritted teeth)
Well you know how when couples dance they say the woman is the picture and the man the frame, and well, I haven't talked about Nell so much, and really, this review isn't about her because this book was all Jeremy..he was the picture AND the frame..Nell and the others..well, they were the brush, the paint and perhaps the lighting used to flesh out this outrageous and gorgeous and alarming character.
Jeremy reminded me of two other different, but stubborn and lucky, willful bastards...
- The character of Brad Pitt's Tristan in Legends of the Fall;
Says Alfred, his brother
"I followed all of the rules, man's and God's. And you, you followed none of them. And they all loved you more. Samuel, Father, and my...even my own wife."
Says old One Stab(Yes that's a name),
"I thought Tristan would never live to be an old man. I was wrong about that. I was wrong about many things. It was those who loved him most who died young. He was a rock they broke themselves against however much he tried to protect them."
- The character of Richard in the lesser known Daphne Du Maurier book, The Kings General, who lived for the moment and got what he wanted out of life, even while all others around him broke themselves to give it to him.
Jeremy is such a character. Perhaps he's not quite as extreme as these two characters, perhaps he is. Two women didn't die because they loved him so much, like in Legends of the Fall; One woman didn't lose her legs because she loved him so much, like in The King's General...maybe he wasn't as extreme as these two..maybe not even when he was baiting a deranged stalker....or destroying Nell's priceless tomes in a fit of rage...or swingingly engaging in salaciously erotic activity that tied my girly panties in a knot...
Jeremy, Jeremy, Jeremy, how many times did I call you? Listen to me, buddy, are you listening? No, don't try to tell me what to do, and how you want this review to go. You "performed" one of the strangest marriage proposals, in both purpose and execution, in this book; and even after your HEA I still don't know what to think of you. Yes, I thought you were cold, willful, and unnaturally addictive and now I want you to go stand in a corner somewhere while I think about you some more.