Review: Disappointed
Rating: 2 out of 5
Date: 11 2, 2013
The storyline was okay, but the writing was disappointingly unpolished, making me skip pages after pages. The characters were not well developed, and I was surprised to see that the so well-mannered Tristan has suddenly turned into a dirty man during sex, using an appallingly vulgar language that was so much at odds with his personality. Lydia's flashbacks during sex were most annoying, taking away whatever appeal the erotica side of the story may have brought to it.Another thing that constantly bothered me is that this book is in dire need of good editing. There were so many factual inconsistencies, they made the story laughable. The author described Tristan's attire twice (on two different pages) when he and Lydia attend her mother's party, and on each occasion he's differently dressed, although there is a common point: he doesn't wear a tie. Somehow, though, he manages to remove his tie when they get back to Lydia's apartment, shortly after. Another example is that of the detective's report which does not contain info about Tristan's wealth and position as the chairman of a pharmaceutical company. When Tristan reads the report, however, the info is there. In another scene, he dresses in regency clothes just to create an authentic scene for Lydia's pleasure, but he uses a Japanese cane. Plain ridiculous. The fact that the author drew on the significance of the engravings on that cane to briefly enrich the couple's dialogue (with a mere sentence) in that particular scene does not excuse the misguided wardrobe. These are just a few examples, a full report would be a real spoiler, so I better stop here, leaving it to other readers to discover the other inconsistencies.There are also many grammatical errors and other minor typos that were quite disconcerting during reading. Where on earth was the proof reader?But what annoyed me most was the clichéd ending. It spoiled whatever good bits this book had in it. A good book is one that leaves something to the reader's imagination.  A bit of mystery or pleasant reverie that would make the reader want to curl in bed and let her fantasies run wild.  Dreams that would keep the hero and the heroine alive in the reader's mind long after the last page was turned. This wasn't the case, alas.