Frances Irvine, left destitute in the wake of her father’s sudden death, has been forced to abandon her life of wealth and privilege in London and emigrate to the Southern Cape of Africa. 1880 South Africa is a country torn apart by greed. In this remote and inhospitable land she becomes entangled with two very different men—one driven by ambition, the other by his ideals. Only when the rumor of a smallpox epidemic takes her into the dark heart of the diamond mines does she see her path to happiness. But this is a ruthless world of avarice and exploitation, where the spoils of the rich come at a terrible human cost and powerful men will go to any lengths to keep the mines in operation. Removed from civilization and disillusioned by her isolation, Frances must choose between passion and integrity, a decision that has devastating consequences. The Fever Tree is a compelling portrait of colonial South Africa, its raw beauty and deprivation alive in equal measure. But above all it is a love story about how—just when we need it most—fear can blind us to the truth.
Jennifer McVeigh is a great author; I feel she has the potential to be a wonderful author, but I think she should try writing either about colonial times and give the story more of a plot or write romance with a more contemporary feel to the story.
I didn’t really care for this book. I got through it, but it took me a little bit more time than usual to get through this particular book. I thought it would be a good book, but after I read the first 5 chapters I started getting bored with it and I wasn’t very impressed with the story.
I started reading this book thinking it was going to be a story similar to Jane Eyre or Gone with the Wind, but I feel it wasn’t even close to those classics. Maybe I should have read this book without so many high expectations and comparisons to great classics and given it more of a chance.
For readers who like romance with an old feel to it this book would be great for them; I think readers who prefer the classics would be slightly if not completely disappointed in this story. I give this book a “C.”
*I received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review. Tiffany
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