Book blogger, audiobook lover and shamelessly honest reviewer. Mostly read fantasy, mystery, romance, UF and YA but all genres welcome.
I started this in audio but the prologue sounded so ridiculous that I almost burst a lung laughing. I mean really! Who can take a beginning like this seriously?
I often study the portrait of my father hanging above the massive fireplace in the grand library of my London residence and catalogue the similarities of our appearance.
The hair - black as the soot that lined the inside of a chimney.
The eyes - the shade of pewter that brought a fair price from fences.
The nose - a slender, knife-like shape, a fine-honed blade, aristocratic.
When told in a really bad English accent (like this narrator) the above descriptions are priceless. I don't know any men who thinks like this.
I may finish it in print if I hear enough good things about it.