On the cover our heroine flees a burning building--but she doesn't seem to be in too much of a hurry, given she took time to don the elaborate whatever-it-is she's wearing and do her makeup. She has also taken the time to stop and pose dramatically, with one arm flung up to shield her forehead. (There's something wrong with that arm, by the way, but I can't quite put my finger on what it is!)Till Death us do Part...Favel Farrington and her new husband were almost strangers. In Capri the dashing young heir to Pendorric had swept the lovely English girl into marriage with the sudden fierceness of a summer storm.Favel was dazed with happiness--until she discovered that someone was planning a very special place for her in the family--in the vault with the other legendary "Brides of Pendorric" who all dies so mysteriously, and so tragically..."To Death us do Part" took on a new and ominous meaning.
The novel itself is much less interesting than its cover--nothing much happens to the heroine in the first two hundred or so pages of the book except suspicions, forebodings and the occasional Grim Warning. As in most gothic romances, the actual star of the story is "Pendorric", the house in which it takes place. Here's a question: why do the heroines of gothic romances never find themselves menaced in flats or suburban bungalows, and "swept" into marriage with dashing yet sinister actuaries or accountants?
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