“This is not a book for those who want a quick thrill, this is the product of an incredible writer who, despite other's assertions, most definitively can write and does it with a refined an subdued gusto that finds its force not in the clattering cacophony of clever lines and daring word combinations but in the subtle yet thick layering of true literary depth. Her invented poetry can hold a candle to any of the real writers of the period and although the romantic aspects are dampened by a somewhat typical British reserve and a spent up sexual energy that never manages to surface with the fury the subtext seems to indicate, the overall achievement is a refined one.
Read it for the pleasure of the language, for its pace, for the texture of the images lusciously overlayed like butter on a hot piece of toast.”
diabulos wrote this review Sunday, March 4, 2007.
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