In
the summer of 1685, Monmouth landed on the Dorset, declaring himself the
legitimate son of Charles II and claiming the throne. Duke's man or King's man?
Loyalties are divided as Monmouth rides through the West Country at the head of
his random – farmers armed with only scythes and pitchforks. And the young girl
Frances, who is thrown from her sheltered life into the heart of the uprising,
finds herself doubting the one man she had trusted, and uncertain even of where
her love belongs.
THE
book. You know the book I am speaking of. The one that when you are finished
reading, you feel as if you could start reading it over at once. And you do.
And then you do it again; and again. Everyone has that book, I think.
“Shattered Summer” is mine. I read it for the first time last spring and I
cannot say how many times I read it before it had to go back to the library.
But now I have it for my very own and I am one happy girl. :)
So
what is it about this story that keeps it from being just another romance?
First, there is serious and understanding William Powell who keeps both Frances
(and the story) sane. Second, there is Lady Sarah, Frances' mother, who is
fluttery and flustered when little things go wrong and discerning and capable
when great matters are at stake. Finally there is gentle, quick, and confused
Frances herself. Frances who makes, with William, one of my very favorite
literary couples.
And
why else do I love this story? Did I mention that there are lovely descriptions
of houses and the English countryside–and drama? But not really drama of the
directly romantic kind, but of the soldier-and-battle-wound variety, and that
is one of my favorite kinds. It is a simple story, but it breathes of the warm,
rich, haze of summer and other lovely things like that. It one of those tales
that keeps coming to mind, refusing to be put away in the attic and forgotten.
Stars: 5 + of 5