Archive for July 2013

Book Review: Cinnamon and Gunpowder by Eli Brown

Cinnamon and Gunpowder by Eli Brown Well, I tried… I tried to suspend disbelief for this book, and also to overlook some of the overly wordy nature of the writing (show, don’t tell!). All in all, it took too much effort before I decided to call it quits.

The idea behind the plot is unique, but there was so much that was highly implausible and ridiculous, that it just seemed nonsensical. It felt like the author was trying to force modern ideas and words into the 19th century, and it didn’t work. It was also hard to follow certain details of the story, especially geographically speaking.

The main character Wedgwood was just a little too precious and whiny for me, and I really didn’t care for him at all, which doesn’t help when he’s the narrator. The rest of the characters seemed too clownish to be real, including the pirate Mabbot. She was the only one I felt at least partly interested in, but she became more and more improbable as I went along.

So, I guess if you’re able to suspend disbelief by quite a bit, and are ok with not being fully submerged in the time period, then maybe it’ll work for you. Otherwise, you may want to pass on this fantasy take on historical fiction.

Book Review: Middle C by William H. Gass

Middle C by William H. Gass A little too experimental for me.

Book Review: Mrs. Ames by E. F. Benson

Mrs. Ames by E. F. Benson A bit too wordy and tedious for me.

Book Review: She Rises by Kate Worsley

She Rises by Kate Worsley Ugh. Not at all what I thought it would be, and not really in a good way. The writing started off really well, but eventually it started to deteriorate, along with the quality of the whole storyline. I really don’t have any interest in the whole “maid with humble beginnings fawns over snotty, spoiled brat of a mistress” thing. Just a silly historical soap opera, with a plot twist that was pretty easy to predict at less than 100 pages in.

Book Review: The Perfume Collector by Kathleen Tessaro

The Perfume Collector by Kathleen Tessaro Oh, brother. This is the kind of book that gives the historical fiction genre a bad name. It’s really more of chick lit, at best.

The premise was rather fanciful, and the characters were either one-dimensional or inconsistent and unbelievable as real people. The mystery was very easily guessed pretty early on, but I lost interest long before the story really revealed that.