Diana is so lovely, every titled man in England must fall for her. In every scene she’s in, she makes the same inane assertions. Highwood is a good example of why I’ve grown tired of quaint Spindle Cove. In the books preceeding this one, Diana’s role has been to be a gorgeous, delicate foil for her matrimony-obsessed mother, Mrs. Diana is the well-behaved sister of my favorite of all the Spindle Cove spinsters, Minerva, the heroine of the very amusing A Week to Be Wicked. The fairest maiden in Spindle Cove is Diana Highwood. This novella, Beauty and the Blacksmith, is a quick, easy read, the equivalent of a too small serving of trifle served with a half cup of over-sweetened tea. I may have had it with Spindle Cove, your Regency-era haven for unusual young women and the men who love them.* The place has become nettlesomely toothsome, rather like Gwyeth Paltrow gushing over adorable organic baby blankets. ApREVIEW: Beauty and the Blacksmith by Tessa Dareĭabney C+ Reviews class-difference / fairytale / Regency Romance 9 Comments
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