So romantic I could die.
That’s my review for this extraordinary book.
Should I try to explain the depth and evolution of character, the beautiful turns of phrase, the unending love, and the real peril suffered by these characters? No review or blurb could do it justice. The book’s blurb itself doesn’t touch on any of this (I read the blurb again after finishing the book and wanted to laugh—no no no, not even close to what happens in these pages). And with its previous cover (imagine your typical historical romance cover with a bare-chested man, hair blowing in the wind), it’s not something I’d normally pick up.
This is the most tortured of heroes, thrown straight into his own version of hell. A heroine who sticks to her morals in the most challenging of trials, her head held high. Two people who need each other with the intensity of Cathy and Heathcliff, but who wouldn’t dare play games or hurt one another intentionally. The plot itself is unrelenting, and the setting is epic—from an insane asylum, to a haunted castle, to a bustling city, and back again.
This book went on my All-Time-Favorites and Favorite-Love-Stories shelf before I was even half finished, and the final half only strengthened its place.