Olivia Waite is a romance author, practicing feminist, and wide-ranging dilettante.
This book inspires me with a near-fanatical devotion. The prose is lovely, the characters rich and compelling -- and not just the protagonists, but the secondary characters as well. There's an air of fear and secrets and desperation to survive that is almost Gothic in intensity, even as our hero and heroine are making the smartest, realest choices they can at every moment. People screw up, and people are redeemed. Or not redeemed. Or they redeem themselves. Weeks later I still cannot stop thinking about it. And wanting to reread it. And wishing for the second book.
This book made me feel like the greediest reader ever.
Disclaimer: I received a copy of this book from the author, because I am a lucky so-and-so.