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Palace intrigue, romance, and illicit affairs—Rebecca Dean has written a glorious novel that will sweep Philippa Gregory fans off their feet.

Delia Chandler, an eighteen-year-old Southern girl, marries Viscount Ivor Conisborough just before World War II, becoming part of the Windsor court. It’s every girl’s dream come true. But Delia is jolted from her pleasant life when she realizes, after the birth of her two daughters, that Ivor chose her only to bear an heir to his estate. ...

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Overview

Palace intrigue, romance, and illicit affairs—Rebecca Dean has written a glorious novel that will sweep Philippa Gregory fans off their feet.

Delia Chandler, an eighteen-year-old Southern girl, marries Viscount Ivor Conisborough just before World War II, becoming part of the Windsor court. It’s every girl’s dream come true. But Delia is jolted from her pleasant life when she realizes, after the birth of her two daughters, that Ivor chose her only to bear an heir to his estate. Shortly thereafter, she begins an affair with her husband’s handsome, titled, and frequently scandalous best friend.

When Conisborough is appointed as an adviser to King Fuad of Egypt, Delia exchanges one palace circle for another, far different one. While she sees Egypt as a place of exile, her two daughters regard Egypt as their home. Only when war comes to Cairo—and Delia finally reveals the secret she has kept for so long—can she begin to heal the divisions separating her from those she loves.

Rebecca Dean’s irresistible combination of real events and masterful storytelling will keep readers fascinated until the very last page.

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly

From London to Cairo, in the glittery world of high society before WWII, Dean taps into an exotic and distant world in her page-turning debut. After 18-year-old Virginia belle Delia marries older British aristocrat Ivor Conisborough, they decamp to London and get to work on producing an heir for the aging viscount. Delia is agog at her new friends in high places, but her idyll is trampled when she learns a painful secret about Ivor. Even so, Delia is endlessly infatuated with London, and she eventually has two girls, Petronella and Davina. The family, to Delia's chagrin, is relocated to Cairo on a long diplomatic mission, and here the novel really sings, as Hitler's campaign hits closer to home and everyone seems to have ulterior motives. Davina and Petronella, meanwhile, grow into young women who think of Cairo as home and fall in love with men they meet there. Dean beautifully captures the mood and color of the era-her descriptive passages are marvelous and complement the layered intrigue, romance and deception. (Mar.)

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Kirkus Reviews
A Southern ingenue turned English viscountess and her daughters weather court intrigue, political unrest, illicit romance and the perils of two world wars in Dean's breathlessly plotted debut. Delia, a debutante from Virginia, marries much older Lord Ivor Conisborough despite suspicions that his chief agenda for their union is producing an heir. Once installed as the chatelaine of Ivor's London townhouse and country estates, she has more disillusionment in store: Ivor's heart belongs to his longtime mistress, Sylvia. Sylvia's husband Jerome steps into the breach, and he and Delia embark on a lifelong love affair. After Jerome survives World War I, Delia enjoys a heady whirl of parties with Edward, Prince of Wales, and his sybaritic entourage-when she's not sojourning at Jerome's Swiss villa. Then status-hungry Sylvia throws Jerome and Ivor over to marry a duke, and Ivor accepts a posting to Egypt. Ensconced in a mansion fronting the Nile, Delia and daughters Petra and Davina adapt well to upper-crust life. Delia brings Petra back to London for the debutante season. There the young woman falls in with a fast set of aristocrats. Meanwhile, Delia is mightily occupied defending her friend and countrywoman Wallis Simpson against malicious insinuations that the American divorcee is a royal pain. Petra falls hard for Jerome's son Jack, and Delia is compelled to warn her that Jerome might also be Petra's father. (The secret of Petra's parentage in this pre-DNA testing era is largely sustained by withholding readily accessible information until the bitter end.) Back in Egypt, Davina, the only Conisborough with a social conscience, is troubled by rumors that beloved Egyptian playboy Marius may bespying for Hitler. Cataclysmic world and family crises entertainingly refracted through a prism of privilege.
From the Publisher
"If you like Philippa Gregory, you will love this book!"
–Nora Roberts

Palace Circle is vivid and tender, deeply enthralling.  Rebecca Dean has written a timeless novel.”
–Luanne Rice, author of The Geometry of Sisters 

"Palace Circle is a gem, filled with dashing lords, surprisingly gutsy ladies, family secrets, and royal intrigue.  As Rebecca Dean moves her remarkable characters between London and Cairo, you will be utterly transported along with them."
–Barbara Delinsky, author of While My Sister Sleeps

"From London to Cairo, in the glittery world of high society before WWII, Dean taps into an exotic and distant world in her page-turning debut. Marvelous... Dean beautifully captures the mood and color of the era."
Publishers Weekly

"[A] breathlessly plotted debut... cataclysmic world and family crises entertainingly refracted through a prism of privilege."
Kirkus

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781410416711
  • Publisher: Gale Group
  • Publication date: 6/17/2009
  • Edition description: Large Print
  • Pages: 636
  • Product dimensions: 5.70 (w) x 8.60 (h) x 1.30 (d)

Meet the Author

Born in Yorkshire, England, REBECCA DEAN lives in London with her husband and two small dogs.

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ONE

SANS SOUCI, VIRGINIA, April 1911

The first rays of the rising sun filtered through the half-open shutters of the vast bedroom. Eighteen-year-old Delia Conisborough stirred slightly, her tumbled hair a glorious flame-red against the pristine whiteness of lace-edged bed linen.

The man beside her, snoring gently, didn't move and, much as she loved him, she didn't want him to wake. This was the morning that, as a bride of five days, she was to leave her childhood home and embark on the long journey to England and a lifestyle so different from anything she had previously known. There were goodbyes to be said. Not to people. They would come later when the Chandler clan descended on Sans Souci to wave them off as they left by train for Richmond. From Richmond there would be a longer journey to New York and then, most exciting of all, the five-day Atlantic crossing aboard the RMS Mauretania, the most luxurious liner afloat.

Still trying to come to terms with the realization that her surname was no longer Chandler but Conisborough and that she had a title, Viscountess--though Ivor had explained to her she would generally be referred to as Lady Conisborough--she swung her legs to the floor, her silk nightdress swirling about her ankles. It wasn't yet six o'clock and she had at least two hours in which to say private goodbyes to all her favorite horses and all her favorite places--as well as to Sans Souci itself.

The bedroom she had been sharing with Ivor for the last four nights was not the bedroom she still regarded as being hers. That bedroom lay in the opposite wing of the house and she padded barefoot along the corridor toward it, plaiting her hair into a single waist-length braid as she did so.

"Mornin', Miss Delia," said one of the servants, who had been at Sans Souci for as long as she could remember, as she passed him outside her father's room. "Ah sure am sorry you be leavin' us."

"I'm sorry too, Sam," she said, not at all abashed at being clad only in her nightdress. "But my husband has promised we'll be back for visits."

She flashed Sam a dazzling smile and, if she had been dressed, would have hugged him. No one ever stood on ceremony at Sans Souci. The easygoing intimacy between family and servants was taken for granted, though Ivor had been shocked by it.

"Great Scott, Delia!" he'd said disbelievingly when first witnessing the way the Chandlers treated their staff. "You won't be able to behave like that in England. They would think you had taken leave of your senses!"

Now in her old bedroom she smiled at the memory, pulling her nightdress over her head and then dragging her ankle-length riding skirt and her riding jacket from the closet.

Though she was only eighteen she had enough sense to know that it was her American ways that had captivated her new husband. He certainly hadn't married her for her money. A handful of other aristocratic Englishmen, those with vast estates and little money to maintain them, had married American heiresses, but Ivor Conisborough did not fall into that category. Twenty-two years her senior, he not only came from an exceedingly distinguished family; he had also been a financial adviser to King Edward VII, who had died a year ago, and was now financial adviser to the about-to-be-crowned King George V. As a consequence of his position and his aristocratic lineage he was very much a part of the royal circle. A royal circle of which she, as his wife, would also soon be a welcomed part.

As she pulled on her riding boots, excitement and anticipation flooded through her. Ivor's visit to Virginia--and his subsequent acquaintanceship with her father--had changed her entire future. As daughter of one of the leading families of Virginia she would, of course, have married well and always lived comfortably, but there could be no comparison between the life she had expected and the life she was now about to lead.

Chandlers rarely saw any reason to leave Virginia and it was a foregone conclusion that if she hadn't married Ivor, her future husband would have been a distantly related Chandler cousin, perhaps Beau Chandler, who was a cousin twice or three times removed. She could never remember which. Beau was handsome and fun into the bargain, but as his interests didn't extend much beyond drinking and gambling it was always fun of short duration. With Beau there would have been regular trips to White Sulphur Springs, a fashionable spa, and maybe even the occasional trip to Niagara, but there would certainly have been no Atlantic crossing and most certainly none of the sophisticated social life that lay ahead of her in London. A social life that would, in a few weeks' time, include attending a coronation in Westminster Abbey.

In the stables she took her time saying goodbye to her father's horses. Her father had always been a keen horseman. A member of the Deep Run Hunt, he had taught her to ride before she could walk. When Ivor had asked her to marry him, it had been her only query. "I shall still be able to ride?" she had asked, her heart slamming hard against her breastbone.

"You'll be able to ride every day in London," he had said reassuringly in the clipped English accent that sent tingles down her spine. "Many of my late wife's friends ride daily on Hyde Park's Rotten Row. It's a bridle path with stabling nearby. And if you want to hunt--"

"I shan't," she had said, before he could finish. "Pa hunts. I never have."

"You may change your mind when you find friends disappearing to Leicestershire every November," he'd said drily. "We'll wait and see. One thing is certain: once people see how you take a horse over a five-foot gate fence, everyone will know what a superb rider you are."

She had wanted to ask how far Shibden Hall, his family seat, was from Leicestershire. She knew it was in Norfolk but had no idea how far both counties were from each other, or from London.

"But London is where we shall be spending the most time," she said now to her horse, Sultan, mounting him unaided.

Riding bareback, she cantered out of the cobbled yard and past the paddocks. It was a glorious spring morning, the air thick with the scent of summer. On mornings like these it seemed to her that the lush rolling Virginian countryside was as vast as all eternity. The softly rounded peaks of the Blue Ridge Mountains were hazy in the distance and nearer were belts of thick woodland edging a swift-running river and half a dozen creeks. She knew the names of all the trees. Red maple, tulip, black gum, sassafras, hickory, dogwood, and sourwood. In autumn their leaves were a blaze of color. Now, in April, it was wildflowers that were at their best.

By the edge of the nearest creek she could glimpse the delicate pale mauve of wild geraniums and, beyond them, flashes of maroon-red trilliums and swath after swath of marsh marigolds, their deep-yellow petals glinting like gold.

She reined in Sultan and with the reins slack in her hands she stared at the landscape she loved. The trouble was, she also adored Ivor and Ivor's life was in London--and not only London. He was just as familiar with Paris and Rome and St. Petersburg as he was with New York and Washington.

That she was the wife of such a distinguished cosmopolitan man thrilled her. The moment she had been introduced to him she had been bowled over; but he was of her parents' generation, not hers. Even when her father told her that their visitor was a widower it had still not occurred to her that he might show romantic interest in her.

It had been her aunt Rose, her mother's spinster sister, who had set out to catch his eye. Her mother, when Ivor had extended his stay in Virginia, had thought that perhaps Rose had a chance. Her father had always been far more perceptive.

"Lord Conisborough's marriage was childless," he'd said when Delia had ever so casually brought up the subject of her aunt Rose's hopes and aspirations. "When Conisborough marries again it will be to a woman much younger than Rose. He'll want an heir and, because of his age, he'll want one fast. Poor Rose. I'm afraid she's going to be out of luck again."

Her father was right, but when it became known that Lord Conisborough had asked for Delia's hand in marriage, Rose had been poleaxed.

Delia, too, had hardly been able to believe it.

Her father had believed it, though, and had done so gleefully. "An English viscount! A peer of the realm! Dammit, girl! I told you he'd be looking for a young wife! Wait until The New York Times gets hold of this! They'll have to describe us as Virginian aristocracy!"

Her mother had been far more restrained. "He's been widowed for only such a short time, Delia," she had said, seated beside her on the edge of her bed, her hand holding her daughter's. "And he is so much older. I'd hate to think you were marrying because your head had been turned by the thought of an English title."

"It hasn't," she'd said adamantly. "I'm marrying him because I'm in love with him. I'm marrying him because he's different to any other man I have ever met or, living in Virginia, am ever likely to meet. He's cultivated, sophisticated, intelligent--and very good-looking. Don't you think he is very good-looking?"

Her mother thought of Ivor Conisborough's chiseled features, the aquiline nose, the faint hollows under the cheekbones, the well-shaped mouth that betrayed an arrogance that could never be wholly hidden, the dark-blond hair, arrow-straight and silkily smooth, and had, with a marked lack of enthusiasm, agreed with her daughter.

As Delia now turned Sultan's head in the direction of Sans Souci, she hoped her mother's lack of enthusiasm was because Ivor was the complete opposite to her father. Always chewing on a plug of tobacco, her father was on the short side, no more than five foot eight or nine, with broad shoulders and a barrel chest. Most comfortable in shabby, well-worn riding clothes, he seldom wore anything else and wherever he went there was a ruckus of talk and laughter.

Ivor was tall, at least two inches over six foot, favored Cuban cigars, and was accompanied on all his travels by a valet. His starched collars were higher than anyone else's in Virginia and he always wore either a homburg or, in deference to the Virginian heat, a straw hat with his fashionable lounge suits. Exquisitely tailored though they were, Delia privately thought he never looked quite at ease in them. He was a man who suited formal clothing. In the frock coat and top hat he wore whenever they visited Richmond, he looked superb.

Unlike her father, he never spoke unless he had something pertinent to say, and there was something in his manner that commanded immediate respect. Even Beau, who had volubly declared he had no intention of fawning to English nobility, had referred to him as "Your Grace" on first being introduced to him.

By then Delia had been conversant enough with the way to address and introduce Ivor to know that Beau had made a social gaffe.

"Refer to me as Ivor or as Conisborough," Ivor had said, tired of giving the instruction to Delia's army of relations. "Only dukes are addressed as 'Your Grace,' and then only by servants or anyone with whom they are having nonsocial communication."

Unused to Ivor's clipped way of speaking, Beau had interpreted the remark as a put-down and, refusing to let Delia persuade him otherwise, had vowed he would never forgive it. When she had married Ivor a month later in Richmond's St. James's Episcopal Church, Beau had been noticeable only by his absence.

Despite the sumptuousness of her silk-and-satin wedding gown, with its high bodice encrusted with seed pearls and its slim skirt and lavish train, it hadn't been quite the extravaganza she had always imagined her wedding would be--or the wedding her mother had always planned for her to have--because it had all been so sudden.

"It is impossible for me to return to England--which I must do almost immediately in view of the forthcoming coronation--and then travel back to Virginia for a spring wedding," Ivor had said to her father in the tone of a man accustomed to getting his own way. "And it would be highly inappropriate for Delia to accompany me to England without doing so as my wife and it is not what she wants."

It wasn't what her father wanted either; hence the speedy wedding that had set tongues wagging all over Virginia.

As she neared the hill that gave a perfect view of Sans Souci, Delia urged Sultan into a canter, still thinking of her husband and the intimidating effect he had on people. Sometimes even she felt a little intimidated by him, but common sense told her that it was natural when her respect for him was boundless and when he was, in so many ways, still a stranger to her.

Cresting the hill, she reined Sultan to a halt. This was the view she most wanted to remember.

Set against a background of evergreen trees, Sans Souci lay cradled in a circle of lushly green hills. Near to the house were the paddocks and then, a little to one side, the stables and the various barns for the yearlings, the broodmares, and the winter foodstuffs. Beyond them lay the neat precision of apple orchards.

And dominating everything was the house.

It was a three-story brick-built colonnaded manor, its elegant Georgian windows flanked by pale-yellow shutters, a flight of stone steps leading up to its double front doors. The sun shimmered on its slate roof and honeysuckle fragranced the porch where her father and his friends liked to sit in the evenings, frosted mint juleps conveniently to hand.

It was the only home she had ever known and suddenly the prospect of leaving it caught at her throat. Sans Souci meant, in French, "without a care," and her mother had ensured that since the day she had entered it as a young bride, it had lived up to its name.

Delia's hands tightened on Sultan's reins. Though Ivor had told her they would be spending most of their time in London, she was sure that Shibden Hall would begin to play a large part in their married life once she had given Ivor an heir, and she was determined to turn it into the kind of home her mother had created at Sans Souci. A home that however impressively splendid, was also welcoming with fresh flowers in every room. A home where everyone who entered it instantly felt at ease. Most of all, a home where Ivor would want to be whenever he could get away from London and his court commitments.

As she gazed across the open meadowland, the double doors to the house opened. For a heart-stopping moment she wondered if she would see Ivor's distinctively tall figure. She had been gone for nearly two hours and he would be up and dressed by now and wondering where she was. The thought of him walking into the meadows to greet her, as impatient to be with her as she was to be with him, filled her with excitement.

She dug her heels into Sultan's flanks, but even as she did so she saw that it wasn't Ivor stepping out onto the colonnaded porch: it was two of the servants hauling black traveling trunks.

Her disappointment was intense, but swiftly overcome. Any moment now the luggage would be loaded into one of the many horse-drawn buggies that would accompany them when they left Sans Souci for the local train station. It meant she hadn't much time in which to bathe, eat breakfast, and change into her traveling clothes. And though Ivor wasn't yet in sight, somewhere within Sans Souci he was waiting for her.

At full gallop she jumped the treacherously high split-rail fence that marked the beginning of Chandler land, eager for the opportunity, aboard ship and away from the prurient eyes of her family, to get to know her husband better. Eager to embark on the new, exciting life awaiting her in England.

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Reading Group Guide

1. When Ivor meets Delia in Virginia, he has been encouraged by Sylvia to find and marry a New York heiress. Why do you think he chooses Delia instead?

2. As soon as her first conversation with Jerome, Delia is reminded of her beloved cousin Beau and “instantly liked” the man she took to be a close friend of her husband. What do you imagine is his initial attitude toward her? Do you think he expects a friendship to grow between them?

3. Discuss the character of Sylvia. Upon their first meeting, she regards Delia with a patronizing smile, obviously confident in her power over Ivor and the supposed inconsequence of his new wife. But after Delia saves her from drowning, Sylvia admits to an intense hatred for and jealousy of Delia. What has caused such a dramatic change? In your opinion, is it really Delia that Sylvia hates, or does her resentment belong more truly to Ivor, Jerome, herself, or her circumstances in general? How would you describe the balance of power in Sylvia and Ivor’s relationship, and in Delia and Ivor’s relationship, at this pivotal point?

4. What do you think of the division of the novel into character-focused sections? Does the order make sense to you? Does the choice of featured characters? Is there anyone else whose point of view you would have liked to see included?

5. When the Conisborough family arrives at their new home in Cairo, Delia reflects that she’s happy with her choice of the young, pretty Kate Gunn as a nanny. Why do you think Delia likes Kate? Do you think she chooses her as much for Ivor as for the children, or is their affair an unintended consequence for Delia?

6. What role does Ivor play in his romantic relationships? How do his wants and needs change throughout the book? Discuss his progression from the commanding Sylvia, to beautiful and haughty Olivia, to the magnetic and headstrong Delia, to the relatively unassuming Kate Gunn. What does each woman mean to him, and what role does he play in their lives?

7. Delia is are often described as “unconventional.” What exactly does this label mean to her? To what extent does she appreciate the power it holds, and how does this change throughout the novel? Does she become more unconventional as she gets older? Do you think she would have been seen this way if she had stayed in America?

8. Why doesn’t Delia talk to Jerome directly about the possibility that Petra may be his child? Is there anything in Petra’s character that leads you to believe that she could be? How did you interpret Delia’s comment that Jerome was “most definitely not [Petra’s] uncle”? Are there any other questions of paternity that occurred to you while reading Palace Circle?

9. As Jerome warns Delia soon after her arrival in London, infidelity among their social class is not only tolerated, but to some degree, expected. Do you think the same acceptance of adultery carries on to the next generation? Why or why not? How aware are the children of their parents’ affairs?

10. Though Delia has other reasons for gladly accepting a divorce from Ivor, she cites one main justification for the timing: Ivor and Kate are eager to have a child together–for Ivor, hopefully a son and heir. Do you think it’s strange that Delia should support this, considering her own daughters’ inheritance is at stake? Is this decision in keeping with her personality? Is it in the best interest of her family?

11. What do you think of Ivor’s character? Are his transgressions against his wife forgivable? How does his treatment of Delia change over the course of the novel? In your estimation, is he a good man?

12. Where does Davina get her seemingly boundless energy for community service and involvement with lower classes, as opposed to Petra, who remains happily focused on the activities of her own class? Is Davina’s hands-on civic mindedness what Delia has in mind when she tells Petra that it is she, not Petra, who will ‘turn her father’s hair white’? How do you think Ivor feels about his daughters’ choices in activities?

13. Consider the importance of setting in Palace Circle. From Virginia to London to family homes in the British countryside to Cairo, places hold a great deal of meaning to the characters in this book. Who is linked to which places, and how does this inform the characters’ interactions with each other as well as your reading of the novel?

14. In the final scene, were you surprised to find Darius (relatively) innocent of the charges Jack feared? Throughout the book, did you trust Darius? Did you like him? Why or why not?

15. Were you satisfied with the conclusion of Palace Circle? Why or why not?

16. Prior to reading this book, how much did you know about English and Egyptian history during this period of time? In what ways did the life stories of these characters illuminate aspects of the events and politics of World Wars I and II and English Colonialism in Egypt? Were you surprised by anything you learned?

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  • Posted June 2, 2009

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    Surprisingly good

    I picked this out on a whim, sort of, and didn't have high hopes for it. I was surprised at how much I enjoyed this book. It wasn't your typical romance novel, which is what I thought it would be. It was a engrossing story and the history added to it made it that much better. If you enjoyed the old style of Daniel Steel's (I lost my love for Steel several years ago when she lost her edge and story lines became so predictable) historic novels you will like this one even better.

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  • Posted April 23, 2009

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    A pleasant book

    I thought this was a nice story, but I don't think it can be compared to Philippa Gregory book. This is a nice light read, and the story is very enjoyable. Unfortunately, for myself I kept waiting for more. The storyline seemed rather superficial like we were just getting a glimpse of this family, versus being in the middle of it. I was looking for more information about those historical details because it's not something that's been written a lot about in these kinds of romances. I think it's just a little ligbt and the characters aren't horrible developed, which just left me feeling empty at the end of the book because I never really got involved with the characters.

    I'd definitely recommend this to someone for a light interesting read. But if they are looking for a really in-depth piece of historical fiction this isn't the right book.All in all, I liked the story, but I'm not raving about it.

    Thanks to the publisher for allowing me to read and review this book.

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  • Posted March 25, 2009

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    Meh.

    When I got this book from the publisher, it was billed as historical fiction and quite frankly this book is nothing close to historical fiction. It basically is a story that is peppered with mentions of historical events and people from days past but in actuality there was nothing overly compelling about it. My understanding of historical fiction is one peopled with characters from days past who take an active part in the movement of the dialogue and plot. That was absent here. Historical characters are spoken of and mentioned as being friends with so and so or having done so and so but they never had anything to do with the story. There are mentions of Edward III, Wallis Simpson, Gamal Abdel Nasser, Winston Churchill, etc, etc, etc. Nary a one played any part in the story except what we already know of them from history. It became an exercise in name dropping.

    Delia is a southern belle who marries a Viscount. Viscount Ivor is a widower and in search of a wife who will give him an heir. Delia is almost immediately taken with him and obligingly falls in love. She moves to England and expects that her life will be a blissful fairy tale filled with many children and a loving husband. What she gets is a husband who never had any intention of being faithful to her as he already had a mistress who he had been in love with even before he married his deceased wife. What ensues is melodrama and social functions followed by more melodrama and more social interactions. And just as quickly, events and time frames are breezed through. Delia has two children and by Part II of the book(about 117 pages in) we are now focused on the life of her elder daughter Petra.

    The book was like an episode of Dynasty with all the backbiting and machinations of the supporting cast. Apparently back then no one was faithful to their spouses and everyone was having an affair with everyone regardless of the married status of both parties. The key was not to get caught or cause a public scandal.

    Though I began the story feeling sorry for Delia over her husband's treatment, in all honesty, I just got bored with her as her emotions are never fully explored and developed enough for me to care past the injustice that was done her. In my opinion there was no real character development here. The characters did things in a very mysterious fashion that left you guessing as to their real motives.

    There is nothing new or fresh in this book. If you have ever seen a soap opera then you pretty much have this one covered. Please don't get me started on the attempts at southern dialogue. Lets just say Scarlet O' Hara comes to mind(and not in a good way). But despite my criticisms of the book, I think that this book will certainly appeal to some. There were seeds of what could have been a very good story. Unfortunately, it did not bear out well. I did not hate the book but I will be honest and say that I was glad when it was over. I almost gave it a 2.5 rating but because I think that it has certain elements that will appeal, I give it a 2.5-3 rating.

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