Reader, it did not go well. I made it through less than 10%. In that time I already had to suffer through several scenes that were meant to be cutesy and *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*hilarious*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* but just made me cringe and began questioning if the author had ever opened a book about the period she’s writing (lady’s maids: the people who stand next to the lady while she dresses herself and does her own hair). A look at the reviews informed me that the historical accuracy gets thrown out even more and the drama-lama takes residence in the book and brings its whole herd along. So I’ll give this a pass.
And now? I have nothing to read!
Well, apart from the three other books I picked for the Hanukkah task and the rest of my tbr-pile (let’s not go into silly things like numbers…) but I don’t feel like reading any of them. It’s not just the fault of My Fair Lily, I already had some trouble picking four books I sort of felt like reading (and had even hoped for MfL because it sounded like short fun fluff). It’s not even that I had a couple of bad reads in a row, I enjoyed most of the last books I read. But I didn’t love any, either. I’m not even talking about this has no flaws and I enjoyed every single page-love, I’d happily go with there were flaws but the good parts were so good that I didn’t care much. (Like An Alchemy of Masques and Mirrors which had a mediocre start and some very tired fantasy tropes but became brilliant very quickly). Hashtag First World Problems. *Heavy Sigh* Well, I guess I’ll just do some knitting now.