![]() ![]() The characters are never deep enough, they’re too flimsily created solely for the purpose of getting it on. Once I got past early adolescence, when I was first discovering sex, the smut in romance novels hasn’t impressed me. (Weirdly, I don’t actually read romance novels for the erotica. I hadn’t seen anything like this attempted by a romance novel author, yet it’s everything I ever wanted in a romance novel. I couldn’t stop flailing and raving about this book, as I read it. I enjoyed it no less than The Remains of the Day and The Lacuna, the most recent five-star books that broke me down into a wibbly heap, the way only the best books do. It is, without a doubt, the best-quality romance novel I’ve ever read. ![]() ![]() ![]() So I checked it out on my Kindle, tripped, and then accidentally swallowed this book (the longest I’ve read this year, Goodreads informed me, at 533 pages) in about a week. That wasn’t an author I’d heard of, so I investigated and found that Flowers from the Storm was the highest rated of her books. (My more succinct review on Goodreads is here.)Īs I was leaving a review for a recent Meredith Duran book, I noticed in the comments someone sighing over how they missed Laura Kinsale’s books, how no one could match her. ![]()
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