Your description doesn't really warn anyone about what to expect. Superficial, tedious, endless and useless. I didn't realize it was Harlequin, but I certainly would have expected they'd have smartened up over the years. The thought of ten hours of this drivel makes my eyes glaze over in stupefaction -- and reach for the off switch. At least I only used a credit -- I'm paying off my iPod with this subscription. I'm a big Susan Elizabeth Phillips fan. I'd suggest this author read a few books that have substance to offer and genuinely sexy characters. The people in this book are fools and a waste of my time. Any chance for a credit refund? One exception: The narrator didn't try to gruff up her voice the way some narrators do. I'm tending to buy only books with male narrators and buy my Susan Elizabeth Phillips on Kindle for that reason. I'll certainly never trust another Audible blurb! A suggestion: a zero-stars option.
In an early chapter, the lead character, Cass, is going out of her mind with frustration at the aunts' wayward and spun-out delivery of important information. I know exactly how she feels. And one assumes that the author knows this too because she wrote it. So why subject her readers to it? Is this a common device, teasing out a story in dribs and (very) drabs, back and forth across time? Is this SUPPOSED to be enjoyable? Of course the author didn't make this an "enjoyable" book -- this is a book you suffer through along with some extremely unfortunate, tragic characters to whom the worst possible things happen just because they CAN happen and, oh, don't you feel guilty because you weren't born into poverty or abandoned at sea, even though the damn book probably has a happy ending with all kinds of lessons learned and blessings counted. Or at least a resolution. Of some kind. I'm guessing here because, when I went to put my headphones on just now, I knew I simply couldn't suffer another damn chapter tossed in a depressing blanket. Now and again there's a hopeful chapter, but the effect is like being trapped at the bottom of a dim gloomy lake, seeing sunlight far, far above, and knowing you won't actually die before you reach the "resolution" but that it's going to be an awfully depressing ascent. It's kind of like Russian Roulette, not knowing if the next bullet/chapter is going to advance a hopeful story line or toss you back into a sink-hole of pathetic tragedy. Bah! Too much heartache and not enough reason for being, unless you're a jumping bean or a masochist or a Puritan who believes no good is deserved without the maximum amount of suffering. If you want to read a magnificent book where at least you follow a heroe's journey, read Neil Gaiman's American Gods. I don't know. Maybe there's an audience for this kind of thing. But not me. Thanks, out no thanks. Which is a shame because the author writes very well. Even when she's being a depressing gadabout. Narration's excellent, by the way.
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