Flowers From the Storm by Laura Kinsale (Avon, 1992)
I read it in February, 2010.
Why’d I Read It?
Nicola over at Alpha Heroes mentioned it while discussing another Kinsale novel, and it intrigued me.
What I Thought
No, really. I went in expecting another historical romance, maybe with some particularly witty banter or something. What I got was a historical romance with a punch of reality. It hit home, and I sat in my chair, shaking my head and saying, “Yes, yes, that’s exactly what it’s like.”
The “it” I’m referring to blew me away. Spoiler alert: the hero suffers what I believe to be a debilitating stroke. What blew me away was the author’s description of the hero’s thoughts and feelings during the stroke.
I haven’t had a stroke myself, but when I was 28 weeks pregnant with Nicolas, I suffered several seizures. Eclampsia hit me hard and fast. What I felt during the first seizure was exactly what Kinsale describes. (I was unconscious during the subsequent ones.)
The honest, painful struggles of the hero dealing with his recovery, and the heroine’s fight for his rights, made the book for me. The romance itself was a bit of a stretch, in my opinion, and I found myself disappointed in the heroine for not seeing through the obvious deception that led to the wedding. I still thoroughly enjoyed myself, though. What’s a romance without a smidge of unbelievability, anyway?
I was too enthralled to remember my Post-It flags, but I loved the hero’s speech processing after his stroke. Very well done.
Would I Recommend It?
Did the Waltons take way too long to say goodnight?