The writing is clear and witty, but I object to the formula of this book. Aging but pretty woman in Victorian England decides to lose her virginity with a veritable stranger--as she is going about her photography business.
The style here entices me to read more by this author. But I was able to turn to the exact pages where the climax was unfolding--and also the second romantic encounter. There were too many questions left--what explanation could there be for paranormal powers? Wasn't the heroine at all concerned about pregnancy? I simply didn't care enough about the heroine to see how she extricated herself from the tangles.
I felt that the mystery in this tripped over the romance rather than enhancing. It's a commentary on the plot that I could easily put this down and read other books before I finished it.
In contrast, I would rather read Barbara Michaels' most loosely thrown together tale--and some of them are very loose.
