Told by everyone,
including his father, he is slow-witted, Lord John Mitchell is willing
to do almost anything to avoid helping run the family estate or care for
his orphaned nephew. His lifelong battle learning to read and write has
convinced him his father is right.
After the death of her husband in the Crimean War, Vivienne Ravenhill needs financial stability for her son and herself.
When Lord John’s father suddenly dies, he is thrown into taking on the estate and the family’s mill. Are John’s learning disabilities something he can overcome in order to handle this responsibility?
Will Vivienne find a place in his home...and his heart?
An interesting look at tackling dyslexia in 1855.
After the death of her husband in the Crimean War, Vivienne Ravenhill needs financial stability for her son and herself.
When Lord John’s father suddenly dies, he is thrown into taking on the estate and the family’s mill. Are John’s learning disabilities something he can overcome in order to handle this responsibility?
Will Vivienne find a place in his home...and his heart?
An interesting look at tackling dyslexia in 1855.
I found this to be a cute story that could have been a
wonderful book. The characters are almost immediately endearing, but a
little more character background on all of them would have been nice.
To me, it almost felt like the story was one event after another without
much flow in between. A lot more could have been added to the story to
make it a more enjoyable and less choppy read.
It
sort of has a 'Mary Poppins finds romance' feel to it. We have
Vivienne, who's the perfect
nanny, perfect mother, perfect person, perfect woman. We have Lord
John, who isn't really a rogue but pretends to be in order to get out of
the responsibilities of his title. Add them together and you have a
great little romance.
I
did like the fact that Lord John was given dyslexia, merely for the
fact that it was interesting to see how others thought of his issues
with reading and writing. The story is set in 1855 and since it wasn't
as prevalent, basically he was treated as if he was mentally deficient.
Though I did enjoy
reading this, I would really like to see Jennifer Conner go back and
rewrite this as a full book. There are so many openings and
opportunities to take this from a decent short story to a great book.
You'll find it a fun little read as it is though.
*I received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review. Shawn
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