Oh man. I wish I liked this book because I’ve been vocal about my enjoyment in these guilty pleasure reads. This time I genuinely struggled to enjoy the book, but on a side note, the heroine is more interesting than most of Brent’s heroines. Brent’s heroines are all non conventional in the sense that they aren’t wealthy Victorian Era girls, but eventually end up plucked from obscurity into materially beneficial situations. Hannah McLeod’s rise wasn’t quite so fortunate, but you’ll just have to read the book if you want to find out how unfortunate poor Hannah really was.
We meet Hannah as she is living in the bad part of town (the town being Paris) working as a waitress in a French restaurant. Clearly, she’s a great waitress because she can speak English which is helpful with all those British tourists of 1890. One night while coming home from work she interrupts a mugging and ends up offering assistance to a strange man. Unfortunately, this event becomes misconstrued and Hannah is forced to leave Paris in a hurry. She takes a position as a governess for a man named Sebastian Ryder. Then the novel becomes a series of implausible events that culminate in Mexico during a revolution. Many of the individual scenes in the book just make no sense whatsoever. I found myself laughing out loud, not because the book was good, but because it was so ridiculous.
Save yourself some time and skip this pick. Even if you enjoy this sort of book, there are better titles out there.