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Nov. 30th, 2011 11:31 amJust realised I haven't updated yet with the conclusion of the saga of the rape-y baron. Finished it last night. I want it noted I was right. Stockholm Syndrome. It's the only explanation.
So, our silly heroine flees to England so she can be vaguely threatened by an ex-boyfriend with no backstory, purely so the Baron (Who just stalker her all the way across the Channel) can rescue her from being sexually assulted. Because that's HIS JOB, DAMNIT!
He then proceeds to sit and do nothing while she cleans and packs so she can move all her old shit back to France.
After that there's some dithering, some more pointless humping and my original theory about the 3rd party male friend is proved un-sound. I forgot: You don't get gay people in Mills & Boon. He gets foisted off an a 'new girlfriend' who's mentioned briefly once and never seen again.
This is followed by more dithering, a screaming argument about a church organ, and then, in the penultimate chapter, for about two seconds, the dippiest and most pointless heroine ever finally grows a fucking spine and tells the Baron to take his marriage proposal and shove it.
I was shocked!
And then I wasn't, because it's revealed that she did not refuse him because he's a domineering jerk who's sexually molested her several times and wants to control every aspect of her life... she didn't even reject him because she's self-confident and an independent woman who does not desire to be seen as an accessory to her husband's peerage.
No. She refuses him because he didn't say he loved her...
Which, given the amount he then grouses about it, he probably doesn't. Anyway, she goes out for a bit and he freaks out because he doesn't know where she is and then she comes back and he sucks it up and says he loves her and she simpers and agrees to marry him and he promises to try and be less of an asshole and she says NO! Never change! For I love you just the way you are...
And then I wanted to slap her for being such a prat and then realised that with the way their relationship came about the rape-y Baron would probably slap her on my behalf sooner or later anyway and that they probably deserved each other.
(And then the ghosts of their ancestors are happy and float off into the sunset. Literally.)
Astonishing Quotes
Chapter 21-
However much it hurt, she must not accept less than everything. For that, she realized, was what she wanted from this man. Halfway measures just weren't enough. She wanted to be his wife and bear his children, never mind how odious he could be.
(Well, I'm glad she at least acknowledges that he's a prick.)
Chapter 10-
Natasha could do no more than let out a long sigh and obey. When she felt him thrust firmly inside her a little gasp escaped her. Then her muscles relaxed and she let him enter deep inside, each thrust bringing him closer to her core. Then, without realizing it, she picked up his rhythm. Her hips arched and moved with him as their bodies inter-twined. Finally when neither could bear it any longer, they came together, hurtling over the edge, exploding with pleasure before tumbling among the sheets and lying saturated in each other's arms.
(Saturated? This word- I do not thing it means what you think it means. I just get a menal image of them lying in a big soggy puddle of... well... arms.)
So, our silly heroine flees to England so she can be vaguely threatened by an ex-boyfriend with no backstory, purely so the Baron (Who just stalker her all the way across the Channel) can rescue her from being sexually assulted. Because that's HIS JOB, DAMNIT!
He then proceeds to sit and do nothing while she cleans and packs so she can move all her old shit back to France.
After that there's some dithering, some more pointless humping and my original theory about the 3rd party male friend is proved un-sound. I forgot: You don't get gay people in Mills & Boon. He gets foisted off an a 'new girlfriend' who's mentioned briefly once and never seen again.
This is followed by more dithering, a screaming argument about a church organ, and then, in the penultimate chapter, for about two seconds, the dippiest and most pointless heroine ever finally grows a fucking spine and tells the Baron to take his marriage proposal and shove it.
I was shocked!
And then I wasn't, because it's revealed that she did not refuse him because he's a domineering jerk who's sexually molested her several times and wants to control every aspect of her life... she didn't even reject him because she's self-confident and an independent woman who does not desire to be seen as an accessory to her husband's peerage.
No. She refuses him because he didn't say he loved her...
Which, given the amount he then grouses about it, he probably doesn't. Anyway, she goes out for a bit and he freaks out because he doesn't know where she is and then she comes back and he sucks it up and says he loves her and she simpers and agrees to marry him and he promises to try and be less of an asshole and she says NO! Never change! For I love you just the way you are...
And then I wanted to slap her for being such a prat and then realised that with the way their relationship came about the rape-y Baron would probably slap her on my behalf sooner or later anyway and that they probably deserved each other.
(And then the ghosts of their ancestors are happy and float off into the sunset. Literally.)
Astonishing Quotes
Chapter 21-
However much it hurt, she must not accept less than everything. For that, she realized, was what she wanted from this man. Halfway measures just weren't enough. She wanted to be his wife and bear his children, never mind how odious he could be.
(Well, I'm glad she at least acknowledges that he's a prick.)
Chapter 10-
Natasha could do no more than let out a long sigh and obey. When she felt him thrust firmly inside her a little gasp escaped her. Then her muscles relaxed and she let him enter deep inside, each thrust bringing him closer to her core. Then, without realizing it, she picked up his rhythm. Her hips arched and moved with him as their bodies inter-twined. Finally when neither could bear it any longer, they came together, hurtling over the edge, exploding with pleasure before tumbling among the sheets and lying saturated in each other's arms.
(Saturated? This word- I do not thing it means what you think it means. I just get a menal image of them lying in a big soggy puddle of... well... arms.)
