I was provided a complimentary copy of this book by NetGalley. I was not compensated for this review and all thoughts and opinions expressed are my own. I was not required to write a positive review.The Lacemaker by Laura Frantz
Published by Baker Books on January 2nd 2018
Genres: Christian, Fiction, General, Historical, Romance
When colonial Williamsburg explodes like a powder keg on the eve of the American Revolution, Lady Elisabeth "Liberty" Lawson is abandoned by her fiancé and suspected of being a spy for the hated British. No one comes to her aid save the Patriot Noble Rynallt, a man with formidable enemies of his own. Liberty is left with a terrible choice. Will the Virginia belle turned lacemaker side with the radical revolutionaries, or stay true to her English roots? And at what cost?
Historical romance favorite Laura Frantz is back with a suspenseful story of love, betrayal, and new beginnings. With her meticulous eye for detail and her knack for creating living, breathing characters, Frantz continues to enchant historical fiction readers who long to feel they are a part of the story.
Nothing burns my buttons more than having to ‘sit’ on a book when I finish it. I finished this book last night when I was without a computer and time on my hands … to start another book of course. I had such grand thoughts and emotional things to share about this book. A lot of it frustration but in my head it was engaging and somewhat entertaining. And now? It’s gone. Gone in the ether that is my oft forgetful brain. Gone in the world of thinking. I try really hard not to think ya know? And here we go.
I had high hopes for this book based on the synopsis. Heck, I even liked the cover and I’m not a cover junkie like some people (ahem, Kristin). I was expecting some intensity, some action, and even a fresh perspective (you know, Tory) from an engaging and interesting period in American history. I was expecting some heightened emotions with a broken engagement and even a potential new love. Let me tell you instead what I go. I got a girl, Elisabeth, who decides halfway through the book to change her name to Liberty. And then get wishy-washy in how she was referred to between Elisabeth, Libby, Liberty, etc etc. I got a girl who was born with a silver spoon and even when she fell from titlement she still lived a gilded life. Even earning her keep making lace and taking in mending her life was handed to her with minimal effort on her part. I didn’t get intensity or action. I didn’t get suspense that would carry a chapter much less a story. I got a unsigned sketchy letter accusing her of being a spy so she decides to be a spy but then she didn’t really ever spy. And when she talked about spying, nothing was ever really solid or figured out but she was a spy? Yeah, I was confused too.
I got a girl who was dumped by a fiance who didn’t love her and she didn’t love because her Daddy chose to run in the night and leave her behind without a word. An arranged engagement, he was so not invested in her (but more her dowry and perhaps her father’s title) that he didn’t even escort his own fiancee to their own engagement soiree. No fanfare when Daddy was gone, just ‘ain’t gonna marry ya’. I got an awkward falling into something with the rescuer. I got a wedding that was born in love, though neither were adult enough to admit it, that didn’t even get the benefit of a kiss. I mean who goes weeks without kissing when you are married, even if it name and protection only? Who secrets together a nursery for babies you want to have with a man you have never kissed? And for the love of all the gravy on all the biscuits who has an intimate night on a buffalo hide in front of an empty fireplace and wakes mere hours later and just knows they are pregnant? A quickening at mere hours post conception. Wait, technically it’s not even been long enough for conception to have actually happened.
This book gave me characters that I couldn’t even develop enough of a relationship to care about one way or the other. I mean I did care and there were a few I despised – as I was supposed to. It just was flat. Flat characters, flat story, flat even in the history. A few name drops (come on everyone calls George Washington Wash doncha know) and a lot of beeverything (bespoken, begrimed, bewhiskered, be-, be- I was sick of be-). Minimal engagement kept me in the book and kept me reading. I swear it wasn’t all bad and in the right hands will make a favorite book. These hands just aren’t the right ones.