“An engaged woman is always more agreeable than a disengaged. She is satisfied with herself. Her cares are over, and she may exert all her powers of pleasing without suspicion. All is safe with a lady engaged; no harm can be done” – Mansfield Park, Jane Austen.
The girl must have lost her wits – had lost them, indeed. That was proven, by her rejection of such an excellent, undeservedly excellent parti as Edmund Bertram. Mrs Norris nodded to herself decisively, the fresh brisk breeze blowing colour into her pendulous cheeks. – Three Letters & A Broken Engagement (Volume 1 of Oh, Fanny!: A Mansfield Park Variation by Alex Ankarr.
Mimsy Hampstead-liberal wandering aimless fluff. And I use the word ‘fluff’ advisedly, as one who has no idea of the Goodreads policy on effing and jeffing. Drabble actually goes in for some meta idiocy at points, admitting she’s making it up as she goes along, has changed her mind about some plot points and doesn’t know what she’s doing. Tip: DON’T DO THAT.
If you’re still going to read it, I have no idea what to say to you.
I’m on page 26 of 608 of Souls in the Great Machine by Sean McMullen: currently loving the mysterious ‘Call’. And Lemorel! She’s a scary lady! Joyful and amazing so far. image – William Chang https://www.flickr.com/photos/misterwilliam/ licence https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/
I read this book so very long ago that it’s probably hardly fair to review it, really. I will say that I loved it at the time, and I’m interested to discover now from other reviews that it was intended as a subversion of the traditional romance novel. A little irony there, because the gay relationship struck me as the very essence of Harlequin, barring the homosexuality.
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