In the new novel by the three-time Christy Award-winning author of The Maid of Fairbourne Hall, a woman’s startling secrets lead her into unexpected danger and romance in Regency England…
One final cry…“God almighty, help us!” and suddenly her world shifted violently, until a blinding collision scattered her mind and shook her bones. Then, the pain. The freezing water. And as all sensation drifted away, a hand reached for hers, before all faded into darkness…
Now she has awakened as though from some strange, suffocating dream in a warm and welcoming room she has never seen before, and tended to by kind, unfamiliar faces. But not all has been swept away. She recalls fragments of the accident. She remembers a baby. And a ring on her finger reminds her of a lie.
But most of all, there is a secret. And in this house of strangers she can trust no one but herself to keep it.
I didn’t even realize when this book came out (it came out yesterday) but Julie Klassen is one of those authors, who makes me stop reading whoever I’m reading and read her book. This book. THIS. BOOK. Due to the nature of the novel, I can’t review it like I usually do because I am notorious for giving things away. Therefore, I will do my review a little differently. Let me tell you folks, it was a roller coaster ride…
The first couple of the chapters had me like:
And then like this:
I wanted to jump to the end, but I didn’t! Don’t do it folks, don’t jump to the end. It will ruin it! So I kept on reading and then I was like:
Stuff….kept…happening…Secrets kept being revealed. And it was all:
I mean, I was reading this book with trepidation, not quite understanding why people were making the decisions they were making. And to top things off, I ran into my least favorite trope:
I was really, really, really worried about how it would end. Really worried. But then it ended and I was like:
And so folks, it was one heck of a ride. But just as soon as finished it, I picked up again and reread it knowing all the secrets, and the who-done-its, and the watcha-ma-call-its. And so, take this ride at your own risk.