Romancing July: 30 Days, 30 Books, 30 Covers We’ve Got You Covered and Review
Lynsay Sands catches a win with this surprisingly witty, fun, and thoughtful read.
Best Moment: Okay…there are special sexytimes for this couple and…I swear to you…one of the funniest moments in the history of my reading Lynsay Sands (and that says something) and historial romance was when Lisa is attempting to predict what is about to come by remembering how it’s described in her romance novels: “one of the books she’d read had described as planting his victory flag in her turf…” (201). Just…awesome. Particularly with the reference two paragraphs after that. Heehee
The worst moment for me wasn’t actually terrible. There’s the traditional “no I can’t be with him” and “no I can’t be with her” which I find a little tired, but it’s done well enough.
Synopsis: Lisa Madison wants a husband and, really, just wants one man–the man she has loved all her life, Robert Langdon. The problem? Robert insists on seeing her as a little girl. When Lisa finds herself in danger, she turns to her childhood hero to rescue her, and so he does. Except, now Robert cannot possibly see her as a girl and is desperate to protect her from unknown danger. Robert knows exactly what his family’s record is for successfull marriages–zero. He’s grown up listening to his father and grandfather curse women and their infidelity. He has no plans of furthering the curse by getting married…least of all to Lisa…except…the longer he stays close to protect her, the harder it is to imagine not staying right where he is.
The Good: Like all of Sands books, this one is quippy, funny, and full of earthy wit. One of my favorite things about this book is the subtle metacriticism. At the beginning, Lisa is thinking about how she’s just read “Fanny.” She is of course referencing Fanny Hill, one of the first novels to be written and quite notorious for its detailing of the exploits of a girl forced into prostitution. It’s quite lascivious and a pretty well kept secret of most English teachers and librarians (there be smut in your library!). Anyhoo, Lisa often compares herself to the heroines she’s read about and corrects as she goes along, trying to locate herself in different stories. What I love about this? Most women do this in their romance reading journey. What story am I in, they ask. Which character am I, they wonder. Lisa, for the most part, is like the reader, and thus she is incredibly easy to engage with emotionally. The characters are charming, the story interesting, and, best of all, the love story is classic and full of good humor. Nevermind that, for once, it is the girl trying to debauch the Lord (and thank God Sands doesn’t traipse back across that with the whole ‘you tricked me’ sub-plot).
There’s some pretty tried and true tropes in here. It’s not a terrible thing, but I do have to say I wasn’t terribly surprised about who the villain turned out to be. I kept flashing back to these Sweet Valley University books I read when I was 13 or so, and remembering the villain there. Also, what good historical book has such free-wheeling relatives who look the other way in the name of debauchery? I kept thinking…shouldn’t there be dueling and pistols for the sake of honor here?
Random girl in a frilly dress and some hot pink outline thrown in…again. *sigh* But I did buy the paperback of this book…surprise, surprise! BUT check out the inside cover, too.
We’ve all been there. We’re wandering through a bookstore, or maybe aimlessly searching suggestions, looking at random lists on Amazon.com for something to read. Happily, we traipse through booktopias convinced that we’re going to find something wonderful to read and then… We are greeted with the cover.
Before I begin, I feel I must point out one very simple fact:
Most authors get absolutely no input in their covers, or, if they do, it’s mostly a kind of courtesy. Publishers rule. Authors weep and hope for reprints.
Challenge accepted. But sometimes…just sometimes…you find something not too bad at all.
This cover is not bad. I was able to pick it up and buy it despite it’s weird centered girl with the hot pink cover framing the Drawing Room Jungle here. What kills me like a howler monkey on speed is the inside cover. I thought the smutty inside cover had gone extinct, but apparently I am very wrong. Very, very wrong. I don’t get these things. It seems like something I should put a dime into and then crank a handle to see. Oooh, it’s a semi-girly cover that seems appropriate. Let me turn the OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH why are those people undressing? My God, what’s on the back cover?!?!? Words?! Dammit. Whose got a quarter? Mama needs a 1974 thrill.
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