And as Ms. Devereaux describes in grisly detail, the medieval C-section left a whole lot to be desired. To the book's detriment, Ms. Deveraux's writing can be self-indulgent. For the first few chapters, the main character spends an awful lot of time musing on the meaning of life, the joy and pain of being a romance novelist, and how her family just didn't understand her because she was creative and they weren't. That's a little too much whining from a woman who has sold more than 30 million books. Next time let's skip all the soul-searching and move more rapidly to the main story.
Remembrance also suffers from confusing plot points and continuity problems.
Hayden Lane spends several chapters pining for a character named Jamie Tavistock, a Scotsman who becomes an Englishman who we never hear from or about again. Later, another character's name completely changes without any explanation. And in the latter part of the book, the villainess' motivation to separate the lovers is understandable, but her convoluted plot involves so many characters that it eventually becomes incomprehensible, and completely unbelievable. Finally, the book lacks something in the sensuality department. The best romance novels mix love and sex together with varying degrees of sensuality, but always in a tasteful way.