As I’ve been a very neglectful blogger these past months, I thought I’d try something new. I’m going to blog my books as I read them. I have a horrid habit of “forgetting” to blog my books once I finish them and have, to my shame, acculmulated a backlist of ‘books read never to be reviewed.’
I’ve been reading Forever Amber by Kathleen Winsor for the past two weeks. It clocks in at a monsterous 900+ pages and, even reading it during work hours, I don’t seem to be making a dent in this mother. I’m exhausted, folks. Don’t get me wrong, it’s the good kind of exhausted, the smoke a cig after reading kind of exertion.
Today, I read through the Great London Plague 1665, most of which I read while eating lunch and dinner. I have a cast iron stomach and could theoretically read the most revolting scenes while eating. When I was enrolled in Microbiology a lifetime ago, I recall reading about genital herpes while snacking on a sandwich. Yup. Nothing could gross me out.
And the Plague as portrayed in Forever Amber is all kinds of nasty—swollen, pus-spouting lymph nodes, projectile vomiting, tongue fungus—Amber nurses her on-again-off-again lover through it all. Call me crazy, but I love it in books when the main character, usually the heroine, is charged with the task of nursing her family, lover, or friend through a debilitating disease. Remember in The Witch of Blackbird Pond when Kit nurses Judith and Mercy through some sort of scarlet fever epidemic? Should the bubonic plague ever come to town, I know exactly what to do. The answer is a poultice made from boiled mustard or onions, my friends. So if you ever come down with the plague, come to me, I’ll Florence Nightingale you all night long.
After some three months of presiding over Lord Carlton’s bedside, he still refuses to marry Amber. WTF! Why is he doing this to her? Why is he doing this to me? At first, I had Bruce Carlton figured for a cad, a player, a man-whore who is adversed to marriage. But then he tells her that he plans to marry one day, just not her. Why?! What’s wrong with her? She’s his match in every way, the love of his life, why not just make it legit?
I’m tearing my hair out by the roots. Why is this love story so infuriating? Why can’t they just get together? Why do women always fall for men that treat them like crap? Why am I asking so many questions?
Back to reading.