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'Fayme tossed her head back with careless grace. "Ah, Shanna, we will talk of ze less fortunate. Ho-ho, but you are not one of zem. But seriousment, I was so sorry to hear of your misfortune." She sighed heavily. "Ah, so soon a widow! But come, let me present you to zese men. Zey do very eager to catch your eye."' ....Fayme is French. Ho-ho! But seriousment, I bet you could not know. Zat accent, so subtle, no?

I have a feeling that the angst of these lovebirds is hinging on Shanna's impossible 'arms akimbo' feminista standards & Ruark's petulant 'i was cheated of sex' rage boner. Such a charming couple. >___<

You know what would be great? If this book didn't describe unto minutia every single expression, gesture, & movement of the characters. EVERY SINGLE ONE. For god's sake, the plot is plotting & stuff is going on...but it's obscured beneath the glacial drudgery of slogging through this prose. Why use ten words when eighty will do? <--KEW's motto

I read exactly 7 pages before going to bed. But honestly, it wasn't the book's fault. I just didn't have enough caffeine last night. :P