Marianne Daventry, fast approaching spinsterhood, is sent by her grandmother to the grand estate of Edenbrooke to learn how to be a proper lady. When her coach is waylaid by a nefarious highwayman, her life takes a whole new direction.
It has been many years since a book has drawn me in to the extent that Edenbrooke has for the past couple of days. I attended a book club held by my local Mormon church (one of my close friends is Mormon), and this is the book for the April meeting. I would never have chosen this book if left to my own devices, but stepping out of my usual box is one of the reasons I love book clubs.
Anyway, although the writing and plot are average, and the period details somewhat lacking, Edenbrooke deserves your time because of the way it will make you feel. I have not felt so emotionally invested in a couple in a romance since I first met Jamie Fraser and Claire Randall in Outlander over twenty years ago. I laughed, I cried, I couldn’t turn the pages fast enough.