When I picked up this book, I had wondered if it was one I’d already read. The author was familiar, but the title didn’t seem so. After reading about 20 pages, I realized why I hadn’t read this book or any of Mary Balogh’s others. Her writing is very difficult to understand. Perhaps she uses colloquialisms or speech that is familiar to her native country. I read and then would re-read and read even a third time several of the paragraphs to try and understand to whom she was referring. Honestly, if I have to re-read the paragraph even once, it’s not worth the time.
Sorry, to all fans of her writing. She’s just not my cup of tea.