Meh, meh, and more meh

First of all, regardless of the blurb, there is nothing in this book that brings Jane Austen to mind. Miss Austen’s books dealt with her time and place. She skewered personalities with deft skill. This book is shallow and the characters are trite.

There is enough going on that I would not call the book wholesome and clean but, I am sure, compared to the normal steamy historical romances that Ms. Jordan apparently writes, it must seem so to her publisher.

The main character, Prim, turns sixteen. She was to come out in society but that was not to be. She sneaks off to Vauxhall Gardens and, bad decision after bad decision, proves that she is not really adult enough to be trusted. That is not what the author would have you feel but it is the truth.