Yes, Joet, you are absolutely right. It was laughable, but with all the heavy stuff I read, this was easy to get through. I just was very annoyed with the way she wrote, and especially with “neice” and “aunt” OKAY I GET IT, (spoiler alert), they’re not related yet ARE.

I would have felt more sympathetic towards CJ had she really truly suffered in some way shape or form, but there really wasn’t any difficulty translating her life from Manhattan to Bath. I didn’t feel too sorry for her in the long run. Predictable yes, but seemed suited for teenage wonderment.

The only thing I can give this author credit for is the idea. The rest of it just made me want to laugh! Everything was so horrifyingly predictable – at first I wondered if it was supposed to be a satire on the quintessential “happy ending” novel of the time, but its countless sex scenes forced me to scrap that idea. Not to mention the endless (and I mean endless) coincidences and silly actions by silly characters that I just can’t be forced to believe.

And honestly, I just could not bring myself to like the protagonist. Her “modern” outlook on life seems, to put it plainly, like that of a modern hooker. She does stupid things and never learns from them – insisting that she won’t be “put down” by an era wherein it’s merely common sense not to do certain things.

All in all, the author had a good idea, but her writing was too silly to make it worth reading. At least it gave me a good laugh.