Reader's Discretion Advised

I love the language of this. It reminds me of actual Victorian romantic novels I haven't read.

I dunno if it's even the right time period (but who cares, right, because everything old is just classified in the Old period, yeah? [I'm joking, of course]) but it does make me think of Jane Austen and I dunno, other stuff, but more readable.

And as with an Austen novel, as soon as I get all excited about the nasty little web of intrigue being woven, it devolves into fuck knows and I have no fucking clue what the fuck is going on. After a brief, half-the-book span of confusion and who the fuck knows, it eventually pulls through with a conclusion: the good guys win. Somehow or other, it came to pass, and then there's riding-off-into-the-sunset-ness.

...wait a mo. Is this Regency? Something about the calling cards made me think it was Regency. Of course, the fact that there was a Prince Regent and his name was George didn't tip me off. It was the fact that to visit people, you need calling cards to put in a fancy little basket to be taken to the master.

Froop-dee-doo, go me.

The name "Loel" ain't like none Ah evah seen afo', but it resembles "Lowell," which apparently means "young wolf." Coolio.

Also like an Austen novel, it turns out there's more after the clusterfuck of confusion.

Yes, the entire thing was waaay too main-character-power-driven, and Valentine's like thiiis close to being a Mary Sue (YMMV; some may think he's tipped over the edge), but I went with it and I thought it was fun and stuff.

It's like that one Elizabethan one, except this one doesn't try as hard to make things make sense/explain things, so in a sense, there's less to call bullshit about.