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The Grand Tour: Or, The Purloined Coronation Regalia

The Grand Tour: Or, The Purloined Coronation Regalia

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by Patricia C. Wrede, Caroline Stevermer

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On their honeymoons, Kate and Cecelia confront a plot against Europe Ocean voyages do not agree with wizards, and seasickness during the Channel crossing is the price Cecelia must pay for her budding magical skill. As her nausea ebbs, she is comforted by her new husband, James, and the knowledge that at long last they are on their honeymoon. In their


On their honeymoons, Kate and Cecelia confront a plot against Europe Ocean voyages do not agree with wizards, and seasickness during the Channel crossing is the price Cecelia must pay for her budding magical skill. As her nausea ebbs, she is comforted by her new husband, James, and the knowledge that at long last they are on their honeymoon. In their company is Cecelia’s cousin Kate, newly minted as the Marchioness of Schofield, and her husband, Thomas. The shared journey guarantees the two couples a happy start to married life, if they can survive the perils of the Continent. In Calais, a mysterious woman visits Cecelia with a package intended for Thomas’s mother. Inside is an alabaster flask of noble manufacture, one of the royal artifacts that have been vanishing all over Europe as part of a magical plot against the French crown. This is no simple honeymoon: On their tour of Europe, Kate and Cecelia must save the monarchy from an emperor-in-exile named Napoleon. This ebook features illustrated biographies of Patricia C. Wrede and Caroline Stevermer including rare photos and never-before-seen documents from the authors’ personal collections. 

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
The Grand Tour or the Purloined Coronation Regalia by Patricia C. Wrede and Caroline Stevermer continues the tale begun with Sorcery and Cecelia. In a series of diary entries and depositions, Cecilia and Kate recount their experiences with their new husbands and wedding travels (on conjugal duties, Kate notes, "I've spent my whole life being clumsy, and this seems to offer more scope for embarrassing myself than anything I've done yet"). Mysterious events follow the quartet across Europe. Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
Children's Literature
Fast on the heels of Sorcery and Cecilia arrives this happily-ever-after tale of the honeymoon of our two young heroines, Kate and Cecilia. But wait . . . an extended Grand Tour of the Continent in 1817 comes complete with mother-in-law, ever-present servants, and two husbands apparently still involved in the cleanup after Waterloo has sent Napoleon into exile. With a supporting cast that includes the dandy Beau Brummell (in French exile for gambling debts), and the Duke of Wellington, the young couples are socially made—as should be the case for any standard Regency novel, most of the conventions of which the book blatantly apes. Where it varies is with its slight touch of magic—but the less said about that, the better. Teenage girls should enjoy the endless discussions of wardrobes, and the lightly sketched intimacy of the newlyweds. The action is recounted through journal entries supplied by Stevermer (Kate) and Wrede (Cecy). Kate is the more identifiable of the two, yet their voices are so similar that one finds it necessary on occasion to page back to learn whose journal one is currently in the midst of. 2004, Harcourt, $17. Ages 12 up.
—Kathleen Karr
To quote the review of the hardcover in KLIATT, September 2004: Kate and Cecilia are still writing in this sequel to Sorcery and Cecilia (an ALA Best Book for YAs), but now the cousins are together, and they write as "From the depositon of Mrs. James Tarleton," and "From the commonplace book of Lady Schofield," because now they are married to the men they met in the first book. As a foursome, they embark upon the grand tour of Europe for their extended honeymoon journey, first crossing the Channel to get to Calais (where they meet Beau Brummell) and on to Paris, then the Alps, Milan, Venice, Florence, and Rome. The year is 1817, just after the defeat of Napoleon and the end of the Napoleonic Wars. As Michelle Winship wrote in her review of the first book in KLIATT, "Jane Austen meets Harry Potter" in this story, combining the formality of the comedy of manners of Austen with magic spells and sorcery. An odd combination, but charming. This book does not stand alone, however, and should be purchased only where the first book has been read and admired. KLIATT Codes: JS—Recommended for junior and senior high school students. 2004, Harcourt, Magic Carpet, 469p. map., Ages 12 to 18.
—Claire Rosser
School Library Journal
Gr 8 Up-Cousins Kate and Cecy, first introduced in Sorcery and Cecilia (Harcourt, 2003), are married to Thomas and James and honeymooning in Europe. With continued echoes of Jane Austen, the marvelous mixture of fantasy and Regency romance easily captures readers' interest. The alternating voices of Cecy, in her deposition to the Joint Representatives of the British Ministry of Magic, and of Kate, in her commonplace book, tell of married life, attempted robberies, murder, magic spells that work (and a few that backfire), and the search for the reason for a series of mysterious thefts of arcane historical artifacts that are linked to magic and a king's coronation. On their tour, the newlyweds take their place in European society, meeting well-known historical figures such as Beau Brummell and various noblemen and magicians. The plot moves at a sedate but steady pace befitting the period, and the characters shine as they struggle with their magical legacy and grand adventure, while they try to prevent the coronation of a new Napoleon. This book will appeal to fantasy readers who appreciate something more sophisticated than Harry Potter-style magic.-Janet Hilbun, formerly at Sam Houston Middle School, Garland, TX Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
A frothy follow-up to Sorcery and Cecelia (2003) serves another sweet syllabub of historical fantasy. Cecy and Kate-Our Heroines-accompany their brand-new husbands to the Continent, expecting only a delightful extended honeymoon. Inevitably, the irrepressible cousins tumble immediately into a sinister sorcerous plot, which the combined magical talents of three wizards, the courage of Wellington's former aide, and even the cunning of their assorted servants may be insufficient to foil. Kate and Cecy remain intrepid, competent, and charming withal, and their doting spouses are pattern-cards of perfection. It's great fun to watch the authors tweak the tropes of Regency romance into a fantastical mode; but it takes the plot forever to creak into motion, and the atmosphere of menace suffers when the protagonists seem to worry more about missing gloves than murderous brigands. The epistolary technique, which served the first novel admirably, feels strained and artificial in the sequel; it can be difficult to tell the voices apart. Like the cucumber sandwiches on which the characters nibble, an elegant and refreshing treat, but ultimately unsubstantial. (Fantasy. YA)
From the Publisher
"The marvelous mixture of fantasy and Regency romance easily captures readers' interest . . . This book will appeal to fantasy readers who appreciate something more sophisticated than Harry Potter-style magic."—School Library Journal

"A satisfying blend of magic, mystery, adventure, humor, and romance."—Booklist

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The Grand Tour

or The Purloined Coronation Regalia

By Patricia C. Wrede, Caroline Stevermer


Copyright © 2004 Patricia C. Wrede and Caroline Stevermer
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4532-5469-1



From the deposition of Mrs. James Tarleton to the Joint Representatives of the British Ministry of Magic, the War Office, and the Foreign Office

I suppose that if I were going to blame our involvement on anyone (which I see no reason to do), I would be compelled to say that it was all Aunt Charlotte's fault. If she had not been in such a dreadful temper over Kate's marriage, Kate and Thomas would not have decided to take their wedding journey on the Continent in preference to remaining in England, and James and I would not have gone with them. And then very likely we would never have known anything about any of it.

Kate is my cousin, and now that she is married she is a Marchioness, which is what put our Aunt Charlotte's nose so dreadfully out of joint. Admittedly, Kate said some awful things to Aunt Charlotte, but after the way Aunt Charlotte treated Kate, she deserved every one of them. She made matters worse by hinting that I ought to be as put out as she, because Kate was going to be Lady Schofield and I was only going to be Mrs. Tarleton. So it is her own fault that none of us wished to stay and listen to her nagging.

At first James was dubious about our joining Kate and Thomas on their wedding journey, though he and Thomas are nearly as great friends as Kate and I. I felt compelled to point out that even if we did not accompany them, they would have Lady Sylvia traveling with them at least until they reached Paris. "And if Kate does not object to having her mama-at-law with them, you ought not to be such a high stickler about our going as well. Besides, she and Thomas invited us."

"You mean you cooked up the idea and talked Kate into it, and she persuaded Thomas," James said. "Sometimes you go too far, Cecy."

"I did not!" I said hotly. Which is not to say that I would not have done so if I had thought of it, but I saw no reason to mention that to James. "Kate came to me, I promise you, and it was Thomas's idea, not hers."

"Thomas wants us on his wedding journey?"

"It's our wedding journey, too," I pointed out, feeling rather annoyed. "And I believe he thinks he is doing us a favor."

"A favor?"

"Aunt Charlotte," I said succinctly.

"I am perfectly capable of handling—" James broke off suddenly, looking rather thoughtful. "You're right," he said after a moment. "That does sound like Thomas."

"If you are quite determined, I can tell Kate to tell Thomas that we have other plans," I said. "But since he already knows perfectly well that we haven't—"

"No, no, I'll talk to him," James said hastily. He turned away, muttering something about keeping me out of it, which I chose not to hear.

So James went off to see Thomas, and they ended up in some gaming hell or other and were odiously drunk. (Or so my brother, Oliver, informed me. He was quite scathing about it, until I inquired very sweetly how he had happened to be there to see.) And when I saw James late the next day, he had agreed that when Kate and Thomas and Lady Sylvia left London, we would go along with them.

James made a point of asking who was making the arrangements, and he seemed quite relieved to hear that Lady Sylvia was managing it all. I gather that he does not entirely trust Thomas's skills in that regard.

Naturally, Aunt Charlotte made a number of shocked and uncomplimentary remarks when she discovered what we were planning. As it was none of her affair, James and I ignored her. After all, Aunt Elizabeth did not see anything amiss about it, and she is at least as high a stickler as Aunt Charlotte. (Well, actually, what Aunt Elizabeth said was that if going on a wedding journey together was the oddest thing the four of us ever did, Aunt Charlotte should be grateful.) Papa, of course, was delighted, and gave Kate and me each a long list of antiquities that he said we must see (most of them quite unsuitable, but I dare say that didn't occur to him).

The wedding was rather small, as we held it barely three weeks after the announcements appeared, but it was most elegant. James and Thomas stood up for each other, and Kate and I were each other's maids of honor, and Papa gave both of us away, since Kate's Papa has been dead these five years. I must confess that at the time I somewhat regretted the haste and the quietness of the ceremony, but I would have gone to much greater lengths in order to be married along with dear Kate. Upon reflection, however, I see that it was a very good thing we were so quick about matters. If we had waited, Aunt Charlotte would probably have unbent and begun speaking to Kate again, and then she would certainly have tried to bully Kate into wearing a wedding gown identical to mine (which was Brussels lace over cream satin), and it would not have done at all. Kate is far too short to look well in the styles I wear, but she was perfectly stunning in the white silk brocade that she and I and Lady Sylvia picked out.

Kate was a little nervous before the ceremony started; I believe she was afraid she would trip while she was walking up the aisle, or become entangled in her veil, or tear the hem out of her gown. Nothing of the sort happened, and I am quite sure she forgot to worry as soon as she saw Thomas waiting for her. She looked very happy indeed, and positively floated down the aisle. I am afraid I didn't pay too much attention to Kate after that, because it was my turn to walk up the aisle and I was looking at James.

The wedding breakfast afterward was a sumptuous affair. Neither my brother, Oliver, nor Aunt Charlotte could find anything to turn up their noses about, but none of us wished to linger. Finally, a footman came to say that the carriages were at the door, and we said our good-byes. Aunt

Elizabeth hugged us both and gave us each a pair of pearl earrings, which she had enchanted so that they would never fall out or get lost. Papa (who was beginning to look vaguely rumpled already) gave me a bottle of brandy (in case any of us should be carriage-sick) and another list of antiquities he had forgotten to include the first time. Oliver, to my complete astonishment, gave me a hug that did severe damage to his cravat and promised James and me one of Thunder's foals. Aunt Charlotte sniffed and said she hoped none of us would regret it, and then presented Kate and me with identical boxes of starched linen handkerchiefs. Kate immediately found a use for one; her sister, Georgina (who has always been something of a watering pot), had already soaked her own handkerchief, and Kate was too kind to let her continue dabbing at her eyelashes with a soggy ball.

We escaped at last, climbed into our carriages, and started off. Lady Sylvia travels in the first style of elegance. She had a carriage for herself (I thought it was out of kindness, to keep from invading the privacy of the newlyweds, but Kate told me later that her carriage is specially sprung), one for each couple, two more for the servants, and a sixth that was completely filled with baggage (most of it Lady Sylvia's, as Kate and I had not had sufficient time to assemble much in the way of bride-clothes). Most of the servants were Lady Sylvia's, too. James had brought his valet and Thomas had brought a man named Piers, who he said filled the same office, but neither Kate nor I had had the opportunity to engage a maid. Lady Sylvia seemed to think that we would do far better to wait until we reached Paris to replenish our wardrobes and hire personal servants, and we saw no reason whatever to disagree with her.

Lady Sylvia was eager to return to France, so instead of taking the journey in easy stages, we went straight to Dover. Despite all her planning, we were not able to board a packet that night; the winds were against us, and no boats could cross the Channel until they changed. So we spent the night at a small inn in Dover. (Kate was quite thoroughly taken aback when the proprietor addressed her as "Lady Schofield.")

The following morning the wind had changed, so after Thomas and James finished arguing about who was to settle up at the inn (each of them insisted on paying the whole himself), we all went down to the docks. It was cloudy and looked as if it might rain at any moment, but there was a good stiff breeze blowing and the captain of the packet assured us that we would have a quick and easy passage to Calais.

If what we had was a quick and easy passage, I am not at all sure that I wish to return to England until someone invents a spell to whisk people across the Channel without benefit of boats. We were barely under way when I began to feel a bit peculiar. I decided to go and lie down in our cabin, but it did not answer; I was most vilely unwell for nearly the whole of the crossing.

James came in at least once, looking worried, but of course there was nothing he could do. I heard him a few moments later, talking to Thomas outside the cabin.

"Don't fret," Thomas told him, in what I thought was a most unfeeling tone. "Nobody ever dies of seasickness; they only wish they would."

Kate came by just then and made them go away. A little later she returned with a cup half full of something dark and strong-smelling. "Lady Sylvia made this," she told me. "She says it will do you good."

"If you have any friendship for me at all, you will not even speak to me of swallowing anything," I replied.

"If I have to take it away, I shall probably spill it, and someone will slip in it and break a leg," Kate declared. "You had better drink it."

"You haven't spilt anything in ages," I told her. "Not since you and Thomas finally settled things between you." But I drank it anyway, because Kate can be very persistent. It was not nearly as nasty as it looked, and it did help. On her way out of the cabin, Kate tripped over the doorsill, just to prove I was wrong about her spilling things.

Lady Sylvia's potion sent me off to sleep, and when I woke up the boat did not seem to be tossing about quite so much. I was just wondering whether perhaps I might dare to try standing up, when the door of the cabin opened and James came in.

"We've arrived," he told me. "Are you feeling well enough to come ashore?"

"For solid ground under my feet, I can do anything," I said fervently, and swung my feet out of the bunk. My head swam a little, but not enough to stop me. It was only when I reached the deck that I realized my ordeal was not yet over. Despite the multitude of travelers coming to France of late, no one had yet built docks in Calais suitable for receiving them. Instead, the packet stopped some way out from land, and we disembarked into smaller boats to be rowed ashore.

A crowd of workingmen waited on the beach. I thought they meant to carry our luggage, but when I mentioned this, Lady Sylvia said, "They will do that, certainly, but their first duty is to carry us."

"What?" Kate said, alarmed, but just then the boat must have reached some crucial point, for the men surged forward into the sea. They surrounded the rowing boat, shouting incomprehensibly. Having made the crossing many times before, Lady Sylvia rose immediately, stepped up on the seat of the rowboat, and with considerable aplomb seated herself on the shoulders of two of the men. She was borne off immediately, and the rest of us did our best to follow her example, with varying degrees of success. Soon we were deposited onshore, most of us only slightly damp from the sea spray and none the worse for wear (though Kate had somehow contrived to become soaked to the waist, despite Thomas's care in selecting two of the huskiest porters to carry her ashore). The sun was shining out of a clear, blue sky. We were in France.

Inscribed upon the flyleaf of the commonplace book of the most Honorable the Marchioness of Schofield

This book was given to me as a wedding gift by my uncle, Arthur Rushton. In it, I am to record my experiences and impressions. Uncle Arthur made a fine speech of presentation in which he admonished me to remember that the thoughts that we record today will become the treasured historical documents of the future. If this is so, I feel sorry for the future. Every other attempt I have made to keep a commonplace book rapidly degenerated into a list of what happened to my pocket money. This time I will try to do better. I intend to write an account of our wedding journey. But I will be astonished if anyone ever considers it a document of historical interest.

From the commonplace book Lady Schofield

10 August 1817

Written aboard the packet, en route from Dover to Calais

If I live to be one hundred, I will never forget my astonishment the first time I heard my title used. The five of us, Thomas and James, Lady Sylvia, Cecy, and I, were at the Black Swan in Dover, where we were to spend the night before catching the packet boat to Calais. When our rooms were prepared, the innkeeper asked if we found them satisfactory.

"And you, Lady Schofield?" he asked. I glanced at Lady Sylvia. She was regarding me with a very faint smile, and paid no attention to the innkeeper. Puzzled, I turned to Cecy, who watched me, eyes dancing. "Oh!" I said. "Ah, er—perfectly satisfactory, thank you."

The innkeeper looked relieved and left us. Lady Sylvia waited at the door while I took a look out of the window and Cecelia inspected the mattress on the bed. "I feel a complete goose," I remarked.

"You'll get used to it," said Cecy. "'Mrs. Tarleton' sounds just as odd to me." She sat down on the bed with a flounce that made the feather bed puff softly under the coverlet. "I think marriage will agree with me."

Lady Sylvia closed the door gently. "Since the subject has arisen," she said, "I think it might be well to discuss it a little." She loosened the ribbons of her hat and crossed to stand before the looking glass to take it off. "You do know what tonight entails? I think it only fair to Thomas that I inquire. And to dear James, of course."

Cecy looked appalled. "We certainly do," she exclaimed. "How could anyone grow up in the country without noticing—" She broke off in some confusion, coloring slightly. Cecy blushes beautifully, with pure rose rushing up to her cheeks. It is a pity so very few things provoke it.

"Do you, Kate?" asked Lady Sylvia gently.

I felt myself blush to the roots of my hair. I blush dreadfully, a hot scarlet like a cooked lobster. "Aunt Charlotte explained things to me once," I said.

Cecy and Lady Sylvia exchanged a look of horror. Cecy sprang up off the bed. "I'll just go see if James is finished downstairs," she said hastily.

"Yes, do," said Lady Sylvia. "And if you find Thomas, contrive to keep him with you for a few more minutes, won't you? I'd rather we weren't interrupted just now."

"I should think not!" exclaimed Cecy, and left us.

N.B. Sixpence to innkeeper's daughter for putting a nosegay of lavender and rosemary in my room.

Lady Sylvia's explanation was much more plausible than Aunt Charlotte's. Nevertheless, when I was alone with Thomas in my room that evening, he told me, "There's no need to look so stricken."

I couldn't think of anything to say. Did I look stricken? I was trying so hard not to.

"There's nothing to be afraid of. No need for haste."

I tried to reassure Thomas, the way Thomas was trying to reassure me. "I'm not afraid. Not exactly. But I've spent my whole life being clumsy, and this seems to offer more scope for embarrassing myself than anything I've done yet."

For a moment, Thomas looked quite fierce. Then he demanded, "What's wrong with the way you dance?"

"Nothing." What did dancing have to do with it?

"Of course not," Thomas said. "If you can dance, you don't have a thing to be concerned about. Just stop worrying."

"I can't help it."

"Yes, you can. Stop thinking about yourself," Thomas ordered. "Think about me, instead."

The odious Mr. Strangle told me once that he thought I must be passionate because I had that kind of mouth. Given how carefully Aunt Charlotte always watched me during my Season in London, it seems odd that the most ill-bred person I met was in her company. Mr. Strangle was supposed to tutor young gentlemen in behavior as well as scholarship. I would not trust him to tutor a dog's behavior. I was terribly put about by his remark, not merely because Mr. Strangle was detestable, but because I have always feared my own feelings. Mouth or no mouth, Mr. Strangle or no Mr. Strangle, I suspect I am passionate. When I want something, I want it with all my heart. When I hate someone, such as Mr. Strangle, I hate them with all my heart. Prayers and repentance for such strong feelings aside, I want passionately, I hate passionately. When I love someone ...


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Meet the Author

For over twenty years, Patricia C. Wrede (b. 1953) has expanded the boundaries of young-adult fantasy writing. Her first novel, Shadow Magic (1982), introduced Lyra, a magical world in which she set four more novels. Her other series include the Enchanted Forest Chronicles; the Cecelia and Kate novels, co-written with Caroline Stevermer; the Mairelon books, which take place in Regency England; and the Old-West Frontier Magic series. Wrede lives and works in Minnesota. Caroline Stevermer (b. 1955) is known for her historical fantasy novels for young adults. She published her first book, The Alchemist, in 1981, and soon began collaborating with fellow Minnesotan Patricia C. Wrede to create a magical version of Regency England. They published the epistolary novel Sorcery and Cecelia in 1988, and returned to the series with The Grand Tour (2004) and The Mislaid Magician (2006). Stevermer’s other novels include River Rats (1991), A College of Magics (1994), and Magic Below Stairs (2010).

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The Grand Tour or The Purloined Coronation Regalia 3.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 24 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This tale follows the further adventures of Kate and Cecelia and their husbands. Grown adults will enjoy it, too. Start with Sorcery and Cecelia and work your way through the books in order. Good tales, all, but ones that you can easily read in installments without stayong up all night. Great if you like reading a little before bed.
MissPrint More than 1 year ago
Originally published in 1988, I first read Sorcery and Cecelia after its re-release in 2004. Happily, that meant I didn't have quite as long a wait for a sequel as Kate and Cecy's original fans. Released in 2006, The Grand Tour or The Purloined Coronation Regalia picks up shortly after the end of Sorcery and Cecelia with both cousins newly married and beginning their honeymoons with an English tradition known aptly as the grand tour during which they plan to travel through the great cities of Europe. Like its prequel, this novel also has an extended title to offer further enlightenment as to what the story will actually relate. That title is: Being a Revelation of Matters of High Confidentiality and Greatest Importance, Including Extracts from the Intimate Diary of a Noblewoman and the Sworn Testimony of a Lady of Quality. While the plot of this novel does stand alone, I don't recommend reading this book before the first in the series because it just isn't as fun that way. Part of the great thing about these books is watching the girls grow and tracing the relationships between the characters--things that are harder to do without reading the books in order. (That said, a quick recap: The happily married couples are Kate and Thomas Schofield, Cecy and James Tarleton. My favorite couple is Cecelia and James. Thomas is a wizard, and Cecy is just realizing that she also has a magical aptitude. These novels are written with a variation of the Letter Game. Patricia C. Wrede is Cecelia and Caroline Stevermer is Kate.) Instead of being written in alternating letters, this volume alternates between excerpts from Cecelia's deposition to the Joint Representatives of the British Ministry of Magic, the War Office, and the Foreign office; and excerpts from Kate's . Joining the couples on part of their wedding(s) journey is Lady Sylvia, another wizard of note in England (and Thomas' mother). Expecting a leisurely honeymoon, and the chance to purchase proper bride clothes and secure the services of maids, both Cecelia and Kate are dismayed when their quiet grand tour turns into nothing less than a race to prevent an international conspiracy of Napoleanic proportions. As the couples tour Europe's great antiquities--and meet their fair share of unique tourists--the young women, and their husbands, begin to piece together a plot the likes of which no one could have previously imagined. Like Sorcery and Cecelia this novel once again serves as a lovely homage to Jane Austen. The pacing and tone of The Grand Tour is again reminiscent of Austen's work (or George Eliot's for that matter). Nonetheless, some of the plot did seem more difficult to follow than, say, the first book in this series though the problem was remedied with back-reading. I love these characters unconditionally, in a way I rarely love book characters. Artless, charming, and profoundly entertaining, both Cecelia and Kate are first-rate characters in a first-rate fantasy series.
joeysgretchen More than 1 year ago
This book picks up with CeCy and Kate and their husbands as they travel across Europe. The adventures and misshaps they experience are funny and exciting. The narrative style of this series is wonderful.
Guest More than 1 year ago
this is a rteally good book although not as good as the first. wjat i don't get though is the invisibility spell. thomas says that you can't cast that spell without going blind for a while. but in the first book lady sylvia did it and didn't go blind. but this was still a pretty good book.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I thought the book was really great. It showed the couples trying to find the solution and still showed them enjoying their honymoon. I would have like to see more interaction between Cecy and James but other than that it was great.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I decided to buy the second book even though the initial reviews were poor. I was happily suprised to find that I completely disagree with the first two reviews. I found the book difficult to put down and not at all slow. The only complaint the I have is that there is not another book yet. I am really looking foreward to another adventure.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I thought this book was just as good as the first, if not better. I think that anyone who loves adventure might really enjoy this book.
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I liked it.
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My least favorite of the 3, but still fun. I reccomend this one reading this one last. The style wasn't as natural as the letters--the deposition seemed gimmicky. Still fun, gossipy writing.
CraftyNightOwls More than 1 year ago
This is the 2nd book in the series. I find the characters to be charming and fantastic. these 2 sets of now honeymooners journey through europe and find yet another adventure thrust upon them. Love how well the plot is written and how well the characters work together. this was a fun read. one that I had a hard time putting down and at the same time looking forward to the next book.
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I was so looking forward to reading 'The Grand Tour' because I really loved the first book (Sorcery and Cecelia). But this time, the format and story was not as defined as before. What I didn't like in 'The Grand Tour' was that in the Kate portion of the story we got to see a little of her romance with Thomas, but nothing in the Cecy part. It was such a disparate difference. I suppose it could be reasoned that the personalities are different and what they write about reflect this but come one, Cecy is on her honeymoon, couldn't she have written one brief romantic interlude between herself and James? Also, the mystery this time was so convuluted, I liked the simplier professor Hillary tale from 'Sorcery and Cecelia.' 'The Grand Tour,' left me confused and not really caring to find out what the big mystery was about, it almost seemed a little forced. It will be interesting to see if they write a third book in this series. They did leave the door open. I just hope they go back to the easy flow and rhythm they had with 'Sorcery and Cecelia.'
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book is the sequal to Sorcery and Cecelia or the Magic Chocolate Pot. While I enjoyed that book very much, the sequal is slow and boring.