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So so good, almost perfect in fact! A wonderful, tender and deeply loving slow burn between a reclusive mountain man and a 'bride-for-sale' straight off the boat. The h is quiet, calm, thoughtful and hard-working. The H is kind, patient, occasionally bad tempered but overall a wonderful man. When these two fell in love it felt so real, so very loving. I honestly thought I had found the holy grail of my most perfect romance read. The writing, the pacing, the plot are all so good..

... but then we hit the 80% mark...

(view spoiler)[Our leading couple are wrenched apart when the H is pressganged onto a ship for six to seven months. From hereon in the book spends a ridiculous amount of time introducing us to a whole new setting and cast of characters. There is a mutiny (I don't care), the H becomes captain and proceeds to transform the ship and crew (I don't care), he's goes to Boston and is reunited with his family (I don't care about these people), he goes to a ball and is delighted to chat froth with an old childhood friend (I don't caaaare), he sails on yet another ship (can we hurry this along please?) he gets back to Canada and proceeds to have lunch with/catch up with several old chums (sweet Jesus are we ever going to get to the fireworks factory?). Chapter after chapter after chapter is all this superfluous, tedious, infuriating time wasting that is solely intended to keep the H and h apart. (hide spoiler)]

It just dragged the book down HARD for me, and really spoiled much of my previous enjoyment because when I'm supposed to be feeling good about the very sudden romantic finale I'm actually still feeling residual 'fucked-offness' from all that time wasting.