
Whitney, My Love by Judith McNaught
Even revised for a twenty-first century audience, this classic is still best left to people with, uh, acquired tastes.

Even revised for a twenty-first century audience, this classic is still best left to people with, uh, acquired tastes.
The author knows all her tropes very well, but the end result is more sleepy than exciting.
There’s magic, but it can’t prevent the lead characters from being big babies.
I have no idea what is happening here. Sorry!
The heroine is too good for the hero.
Wait, Francis Ray has written a historical romance?
Why does a suffragist romance tend to portray those women as idiots? Is this some kind of subversive propaganda?
Okay, flying away now from this hideously saccharine and manipulative thing…
No matter how spy-like she can be, you can’t take the inconvenient morality out of the heroine.
It’s just like the previous book, hmm.