No H has grovelled or changed himself more than this guy here. Even later when they do marry and live together, the author fails to recapture their special intimacy and I was left feeling wanting. First as the h discovers his ‘treachery’ and boots him out and the h/H spend a lot of time apart. The two lose their connection in the later half. So role reversal is okay but the heart does go out to the person wearing his/her heart on the sleeve. He wants to marry and she just wants to roll in the proverbial hay. She fights it while he falls in headlong. He returns again and again and they fall for each other. While he has a tortured past turning him into a misogynist, she has duties and responsibility of her younger siblings and others weighing on her shoulders. The h also feel the attraction - unwanted but undeniable. He doesn’t correct them but accepts the hospitality of the h’s family and stays for few days and not only falls for the atmosphere but also the h. *With spoilers* He’s been mistaken for a gentleman from London who wants his portrait painted by the artist h. This began so beautifully - as the H puts it he feels he has slipped through the proverbial rabbit hole into a halcyon world so very alien to him - full of warmth, love, innocence and normalcy.įor a cynical, raging and dark soul like him it’s completely foreign but alluring as well. But yeah, she should have known, shouldn't she? Add to that moments of non-communication and I chewed my way through it.Īnyway, I'll continue to be wary of books I liked so many years ago. How dare she refuse to hear his explanations? Didn’t she know that he loved her?No, she didn't know because he hadn't told her yet. And the old-skool-ness of the characters was tiresome. B-b-b-b-boring!Īctually, Elliot was the only interesting character but even he got on my nerves. But I guess that being simply perfect in every imaginable way is enough.

That could have been used to show why Evangeline was such a speshul snowflake. A subplot that was unnecessary and took away quite a chunk of the actual story. Evangeline, the heroine, too perfect to be true, the plot stuttering all over the place, Elliot a man in dire need of redemption of his dissolute life. It started promisingly and there were some truly interesting moments, on Elliot's part. This is what happens when I reread a book I could only vaguely remember.

My false heart by liz carlyle