How dumb do you have to be to think that a person can keep up the act for months on end, under both physical and mental distress, and not slip up at least once? From its very first sentence, The Windflower seduces the senses with lush, lyrical, evocative prose. But really, who cares? It Takes Two to Tangle. This audiobook can be windfflower to on: Heroine Merry Wilding lives a quiet life in her small Virginia community with a maiden aunt whose devotion to all things British has left them nearly ostracized. Merry Wilding is a lady of breeding, of innocence, and of breathtaking beauty.
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Every instinct I possess was screaming at me to get the hell away from the manic pixie dream girl but, God help me, I kind of somehow ended up liking the damn book. Not liking it would have felt like spitting in the eye of a kitten. The heroine of The Windflower is, I shit you not, one Merry Wilding yes, that is actually her actual name, but I personally prefer to think of her as Rainbow Sparkles.
Even ships full of hardened, ruthless pirates. I honestly had no idea how to respond to her. It would have felt like hating candyfloss this may be a theme. Even though she does stuff like this: [Merry] snatched up the silver-seeded head of a thistle. She starts the novel in one place, literally and figuratively, and ends it in quite another, and I felt there was a genuine sense of development there.
She is, however, very young when the novel opens and, frankly, acts it — partly due to upbringing, partly due to historical period and partly, I uncharitably suspect, because the authors find her just darling. But considering she is presented, and seen by pretty much everyone, as a sexual object I found it personally unappealing. But I do recognise The Windflower is essentially a bildungsroman for Rainbow, and the novel makes it quite explicit that the book shows us only one segment of a much greater arc: At age eighteen Merry Wilding was not so talented.
Most men would have been happy to stare at her by the hour; only the kind ones would be equally content to listen to her talk; that would come later in life. That said, I think I kinda liked this little paragraph. One of the probably quite obvious ideas I am coming slowly towards is that the romance we see on the page has to function successfully as microcosmic representation of a potential lifetime in order to make the HEA plausible to me.
But, given the massive disparity in power and experience between the hero and heroine in The Windflower, I appreciated this acknowledgement of future growth. She spends most of her time being vulnerable, threatened and literally naked — and I was quite confused about how I was supposed to be responding to her. There were so many loving descriptions of her bare, shivering flesh and her delicate blue-veined eyelids that I felt I was kind of being invited to get off on her helplessness but, uh, no thanks.
Threats to Rainbow are, with the exception of the hero, clearly meant to be taken seriously but, at the same time, she is so very much presented an object of desire, even and, perhaps, especially, in extremis, that it just left me in a hopeless mire of who is this for, and I was completely unable to find a comfortable space of identification. The face was impassive … with heavy cheekbones and a broad brow … His long hair was midnight black, thick and unruly … and the same hue as his silk shirt.
I just love a man who chooses his shirts to match his hair. Book: Hee! Me: Oh, right. What have you got for me, Windflower? His hair was dead straight, almost white … and so long that it touched his hips … Merry saw pale stripes on the … skin of his naked back that she shudderingly realised had been inflicted with a whip.
Book: A twonk called Devon! Hips up, he was bare, discounting an open leather vest… p. The world was a collection of sweet and vivid light beams, and she was one of them, and mindless, a spinning miscellany of liquid cells.
What is a spinning miscellany of liquid cells? And what has that got to do with the sweet and vivid light beams? And the tingling prism? Is that a euphemism for what Anna Steele prefers to call merely down there? Oh, come back Brandon Birmingham and your carnivorous purple flowers, your internal coherence is greatly missed.
It seems so perpetually imminent — like an asthma attack or something. There are multiple occasions on which Devoncakes nobly summons other people to take Rainbow out of his vicinity in order to prevent him having non-consensual sex with her. But is … is it really that difficult? Does it actually require third party intervention? That just confuses the heck out of me. Raping someone is not a natural progression from fancying them.
His attitude to Rainbow is, in general, a bit strange. Of course, Northanger Abbey is an ironic deconstruction of those ideas, but The Windflower is just a portrayal, and reinforcement, of them. Plotwise, The Windflower has some relatively complicated stuff going on, set vaguely against the backdrop of the Second War of Independence.
Then everything becomes about Merry: she makes a few infuriatingly inept escape attempts, most of which result in her looking vulnerable and being naked, eventually gets stranded on a desert island, then she gets Malaria and it eventually transpires that she was being taken to England in the first place in order to marry some Duke who is none other than … Devon.
I call deus ex bullshit. My response to this book somewhat confuses me. I was quite frustrated by it a lot of the time, often laughing at it, which is never a good sign, and pretty much permanently poised on the brink of throwing it out the window. But I never did. Even charming. Not enjoying this book was … just beyond me, somehow, so I gave up and went with it, and let my tingling cells dissolve into a spinning liquid miscellany of being quite entertained. And then there was Cat, who stole the book and — uh — kind of my heart as well.
Yes, Merry, good plan, great plan. Make the sexually abused ex-prostitute, adolescent pirate boy kiss you. I think I hate you now. I was, in general, pretty pissed off by the way The Windflower treated Cat, though I think this fed into larger problems with the portrayal of Rand Morgan.
I know he was meant to be a strange, manipulative character, but he came across like some kind of reverse Iago: motiveless benevolence. Essentially he controls most of the action of the book, for what turn out to be obscurely compassionate reasons, but he basically brings about happy endings by Taking People Out of Their Comfort Zone. The book even ends with him going off to find some other kid to do similar shit to.
Oh, it makes me so angry. I loathe people like that. And that does not make for an engaging character. Also I felt the portrayal of Rand was just kind of cowardly across the board. Either have the courage of your bisexual convictions, or stop pissing about. He unites with his family and they send him off to Oxford and into his future.
It is the journey, it is the end of the journey, it is the reward and the solution. Pirate captains should concentrate on plundering not psychology. Men get moral virtue points for not raping women. Unicorns are symbols of overwhelming virility. And so are rutabagas.
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Every instinct I possess was screaming at me to get the hell away from the manic pixie dream girl but, God help me, I kind of somehow ended up liking the damn book. Not liking it would have felt like spitting in the eye of a kitten. The heroine of The Windflower is, I shit you not, one Merry Wilding yes, that is actually her actual name, but I personally prefer to think of her as Rainbow Sparkles. Even ships full of hardened, ruthless pirates. I honestly had no idea how to respond to her.
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Shelves: historical-romance , humor , bodice-ripper , great-big-terrible-misunderstanding , swashbuckler , insta-love , captor-captive , slow-burn , dnf-finger-is-twitching , tstl-heroine Purely escapist fantasy, with uneven writing, a TSTL Mary Sue heroine and a nonsensical plot but also with a swoony hero, and even swoonier cast of secondary characters, hot as hell erotic scenes, and imaginative, humorous, sophisticated humor. It was like some great screwball romantic comedy team of the s were transplanted on the 19th century high seas, playing at being pirates. That will relax you. She heard his indrawn breath as she laid a Purely escapist fantasy, with uneven writing, a TSTL Mary Sue heroine and a nonsensical plot but also with a swoony hero, and even swoonier cast of secondary characters, hot as hell erotic scenes, and imaginative, humorous, sophisticated humor. Both his eyes were open now and shining. Far above the Black Joke the sun was a lonely stranger, a flat circle with sharp edges that were blue and phosphorescent. So many laugh out loud funny lines and turns of phrases: Green waves washed over Merry, in every shade from bile to Nile.
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