
If you read the blurb (this is a technical term) on the back of this book, it mentions several lessons to be learned. One of which is never to disrobe in front of a gentleman unless at gunpoint. Intriguing…
Lesson two says something to the effect — if one should run into the titled nobleman on the moors of the countryside who ruined any future prospect of marriage, deny any previous acquaintance. Charming….
Lesson three recommends should an opportune moment to get back at said nobleman reveal itself? Make it big and make it stick. Captivating…
And, lesson four: that while not all knowledge can be found between the covers of a book, the proper improper book would prove invaluable. (Okay, it didn’t say that exactly, but I’m sure that’s what Ms. Neville meant). Perfection… or shall be by the time, you, the reader, finish following Celia Seaton’s education.
As you can see, there are several lessons from which anyone could surely benefit. A perfect example? Perhaps, Tarquin Compton (our hero)? Known and envied for his outrageous attire, he is, shall we say, somewhat pompous. Not someone Celia could fall in love with—until he is bonked on the head and loses his memory for a time. Unfortunately for her, timing of said recall is most inconvenient. Murphy’s law.
Hmmm… Is “Murphy’s law” a historical term?
Once again, Miranda Neville does not disappoint. Ten thumbs up. —Kathy L Wheeler.


