Book Review: BlackmooreAuthor: Juliane Donaldson
Published: September 2013
Genre: Historical Fiction
The Setting - Taken from Goodreads
Kate Worthington knows her heart and she knows she will never marry. Her plan is to travel to India instead—if only to find peace for her restless spirit and to escape the family she abhors. But Kate’s meddlesome mother has other plans. She makes a bargain with Kate: India, yes, but only after Kate has secured—and rejected—three marriage proposals.
Kate journeys to the stately manor of Blackmoore determined to fulfill her end of the bargain and enlists the help of her dearest childhood friend, Henry Delafield. But when it comes to matters of love, bargains are meaningless and plans are changeable. There on the wild lands of Blackmoore, Kate must face the truth that has kept her heart captive. Will the proposal she is determined to reject actually be the one thing that will set her heart free?
My Two Cents
I absolutely loved this book. I finished Blackmoore 2 weeks ago but I am still swooning over Kate's story. Now let's first set the record straight. I usually don't read Christians/LDS fiction. Maybe the whole Charlie craze in Utah has biased my opinion. But when Goodreads promised a mix of Wuthering Heights in this novel...that was enough to sucker me in. And I was totally sucked into the book, finishing it in just one day (yes, not even the dished were touched).
Okay, where do I start? Probably the things I loved most about this book were Kate and Henry, and of course the huge, eerie estate Blackmoore. Henry is a character I can't say I've met enough in YA or adult literature. He is courteous, charismatic and caring. He is a true hero in my book, right up there with Mr. Darcy. Yes I just made that comparison! And what could be better than a swoon worthy Henry? A swoon worthy Henry proposing marriage 3 times to Kate, whom he dearly loves, but knows not if Kate reciprocates his love. Heavy sigh... This is the type of book I live for. Why must authors think we need sex in a book to endear us to the male hero? We/I don't, and Blackmoore proves that the hot/brooding males of YA literature are immature compared to a refined Henry Delafield. I'm awarding Blackmoore 5 out of 5 stars, if you couldn't already tell. A book who's characters will stay with me for a long time to come!