Edenbrooke by Julianne Donaldson

Marianne Daventry has spent over a year in mourning for her lost mother, awaiting her father’s return from Paris.  She’s biding her time dodging a repulsive suitor and arguing with her Grandmother while her twin sister, Cecily, is off enjoying what there is for young ladies to do in Town.

When Marianne is invited to join her sister at Edenbrooke, a large estate in the country, it seems the perfect opportunity to indulge in her unladylike interest in the great outdoors.  Fate has more in store for her as she’s attacked by a highwayman en route, and she inadvertently insults her hosts.

Marianne’s straightforward, tell it like it is, approach may be less than gentile, but it may be exactly what a certain gentleman needs most.  And in some cases of the heart, like Shakespeare’s Beatrice and Benedict (Much Ado About Nothing), a token of love may reveal to us hidden affections.

Edenbrooke is a quick read in the style of Jane Austen’s Regency England.  This character-driven story is a refreshingly clean romance by comparison to some of the ‘Regency’ romances out on the market and will appeal to Christian audiences.

The grandmother in the story reminds me somewhat of a kindlier version of Charles Ryder’s father from Brideshead Revisited.  It’s that dinnertime exchange that has a subtext, in this case, a kinder one than in Brideshead Revisited.

This was a sweet story that I’d love to read again and again.  I recommend it for fans/readers of the “Love Inspired” historical romance series.

Have you read this yet?  What did you think?

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