Details: An Elegant Façade is book 2 in the Hawthorne House series by Kristi Ann Hunter. It is a regency romance novel with a strong faith base.
What I Thought: I love this book so much! It’s just as compelling as the first, and I loved Georgina’s character. Her insecurities, and the way she hides who she truly is not only fascinating, but for me personally, relatable, as I can tend to be reserved. I loved getting to know Colin, since I was curious about him after I met him in A Noble Masquerade.
Details: A Noble Masquerade is book 1 in the Hawthorne House series by Kristi Ann Hunter. It is a regency romance novel with a strong faith base.
What I Thought: If I could give this book ten, I would. This is the second book I’ve read by this author, the first one, I didn’t care for, but this one was amazing! Seriously, her writing is some of the best I’ve ever read. This is one of my favorite books. Ryland is incredibly attractive, and Miranda is so relatable. I can’t put into words just how much I love this story. The Hawthorne’s are one of the best families in the fiction realm.
I’m sorry I haven’t written sooner, I’ve been trying to find a way to hide Fredrick from Mrs. Sheepshanks and her cat.
There is a tiny knot-hole in the side of my writing desk, and I’ve been endeavoring to coax Fredrick into it. The hole leads to a small cupboard for stamps, but I’ve put some scraps of fabric there in the hopes he will make a nest. And perhaps bring his little friend from the hedge.
- Every situation in your life can be boiled down to a quote from ‘Pride and Prejudice’,
- You know what the word ‘diverted’ means…
- And how to use it in a sentence,
- The voice in your head speaks with an English accent,
- You insult people by telling them ‘I send no compliments to your mother’,
- You are especially gracious to rude young men in case they are Mr. Darcy,
- You dream of a double wedding,
- Your dream wedding ceremony starts with ‘dearly beloved…’
- You want a corset…
- And a high waisted gown,
- You wish you had the time to pick chamomile while talking to your mother about your sister’s dashed romance,
- You worry about your reputation in ‘society’…even if no one else does,
- Going on walks in the country is on your list of to-do’s,
- Writing letters by hand, and preferably with a steel pen and ink, is appealing,
- You wish men actually wore nice things on a daily basis,
- You wish that Lizzy would have smacked Wickham instead of letting him kiss her hand,
- Hertfordshire is on your bucket list of places to go
If you relate to any of these things, or think of other defining traits of Austen fans, please comment!
Isn’t it just like Christmas in the middle of the year when you get the notification: the title you had on hold is available for pick up. Does anyone ever read the following dates and small print? I know I don’t. I figure out just how soon I can get there.
And isn’t it torture when you can’t get to town until tomorrow? Worse yet, when you don’t see the notification and they send it back! That is pretty much a bookworm’s worst nightmare.
Oh, the joy when the librarian slides your precious, long-awaited present across the counter and you finally get to hold it! I always want to start reading it as soon as I get into the car for the drive home, but I know I’ll get car sick, so I wait for a few more agonizing minutes until I’m safely in my dent on the couch and then I crack open the cover for the first time…and devour it. Preferably in one sitting.
I came into this book with pretty high expectations, knowing something of the author, but unfortunately, it wasn’t my cup of tea.
My Rating: Three stars
I was very sorry to miss a day writing to you, but
truthfully, I was too busy. Everything
has been in uproar these last two days.
Mrs. Sheepshanks discovered my friend Fredrick, the mouse, and I only
barely averted her attempt on his life.
She was angry with me, but even more angry with her beast of a cat. She refused to feed him, since he had
obviously failed in his job to keep down the mice. I think she hoped that if George was hungry,
he would try to catch my little friend.
I did the only thing I could think of, which was to feed the dragon in
the hopes of pacifying it. I’m beginning
to believe the maid was right, and that George came straight from hell, for as
soon as I placed the scraps I’d painstakingly collected for him on the floor,
the demon swatted my hand and left me with bloody scratches. I’ve been terribly tempted to catch him and
use a little ether to get rid of him. If
I didn’t have a conscience I would have by now.
I miss you dreadfully. This room is cold and still. My only friend, a small mouse, is nibbling a few crumbs I put out for him. Mrs. Sheepshanks is downstairs, moping sullenly. She fought with the maid again last night. This time, the poor girl fought back, and Mrs. Sheepshanks is currently sporting a black eye. The maid was immediately fired, of course, which leaves me no one but you to talk to. You and Fredrick; the mouse. He is a handsome fellow, as mice go, and I wondered that he wasn’t married until the other day I caught him sneaking a crumb to a pretty little field mouse that lives in the hedge that borders this wretched place. So far, his clandestine meetings have gone unnoticed by George: Mrs. Sheepshanks’ cat. I’m going to try and keep it that way, even if it means playing up to the fat grouch.
Mrs. Sheepshanks is screaming at the boys next door, now. I can’t repeat what she’s saying, but it’s funny. Apparently, she thinks they were the ones who left the scrub brush on the cellar stairs for her to trip on. She either forgot, or doesn’t care, that she left it there herself.
Oh, dear! It’s time to go down for supper, and I must conclude. I won’t pain you by saying how much I miss you, but I do so long for the day when you come for me.
A collection of letters written to her fiancé in the west, the letters of Sarah Norman chronicle the somewhat dreary life of a young woman, and her friend, Fredrick, a mouse.
I wrote the first letter as a sort of bored exercise, but I really liked Sarah and Fredrick, and their war against Mrs. Sheepshanks and her wicked cat: George, had to be continued, so I wrote the second, and I hope there are more to come.