my dorky english-head resolution? to read all the 500+ page books i've had forever and haven't read. so the unexpurgated beaton here i come. but first, a little jaunt in big, fat noveland.
i don't know where i first heard of kathleen winsor's forever amber (996 pgs). but i knew it was a huge deal in its day and somewhere along the line i acquired it. i flew through the first 300 pages, thoroughly enjoying myself but not really examining what i was reading. until the LG made the simple inquiry, how's the trash book? at which point i took a moment to pause and reflect. and i realized, this is where we are:
to begin with, our heroine, the intrepid amber st. clare, fell madly in love with an unattainable, deceptively wealthy townie who bought her a pair of deceptively expensive-looking cheapie earrings at the country fair, seduced her in the churchyard and succumbed to her pleadings, allowing her to return with him to london where- he made it perfectly clear- he would not marry her and where she would undoubtedly be ruined. she returned with him to london. he would not marry her. she was ruined.
in some way- though we know not yet how- our heroine's fate is intertwined with the story of charles II and his mistress, the future lady castlemaine- who is currently pregnant with a child that could belong to one of three men, none of whom are her husband. in their most recent appearance, charles II presided over the future lady castlemaine's dinner party and subsequently refused her bedside entreaties that he marry her. he has just cast our heroine a knowing smile as his entourage passed her in a parade.
our heroine has presently escaped from debtor's prison, where she was sent after the man she'd been tricked into marrying- after the man she'd been tricked into having sex with left her- stole her money and bequeathed her his debt. she has taken a much-needed bath, had her bastard baby and is now running with a highwayman named black jack, who has a shady affiliation with a reformed madam who runs the pawnshop above which he lives and who has just hired our heroine to do some sort of as yet to be revealed dirty work that involves her being outfitted in new, ritzy negligee.
so how's the trash book? i'm all blushes.