Hello and welcome back to hell, everyone!
Today's project is sort of an amalgamation of new and old ideas. You see, back in 2021, poor innocent Oculus saw a historical romance/adventure novel in their favorite used bookshop and bought the only available copy. The back cover promised an epic story about a British spy and an American patriot falling in love during the Napoleonic Wars; so poor innocent Oculus picked up that book expecting either a roaring good time with a fiery, heartstopping romance, or something faintly ridiculous but entertaining in classic bodice-ripper fashion. What I found instead was a jaw-droppingly stupid narrative with the most incompetent spies I have ever seen, and so many red flags and creepy undertones that it sent several seasoned bad-story veterans screaming from the chat in my writing group. Yours truly included, at a certain point.
I'm sure y'all would feel terribly slighted if I didn't share the pain with you.
Originally, I thought of writing up a review here and I've been meaning to get to it at some point next year, but that just wouldn't give me enough space to dissect every single brain-punchingly dumb or horrifying plot point. And since my latest recaps were fun to do and reasonably well-read so far, I figured I'd try the same with this book. It'll be less funny-snarky and more analytical-snarky this time around, but I'll do my best to let the fail speak for itself. Behold: the first chapter of the eyebrow-raisingly-titled Moonlit Obsession, written by one Jill Gregory.
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| source: Goodreads |
