Or should I say an eighteen-eighty-eight? -) I love time travel stories, especially the unintentional kind (Outlander Jamie Frasier will always be one of my favorite book boyfriends!), so I was a bit disappointed when this book and I were off to a somewhat rocky start. Wells moment only to draw a hard and fast line of incredulity between himself and Ezra's extra-sensory powers-which brought him to the fucking past in the first place.Ī massively irritating litany of WTFery and headdeskery. The Ripper was obvious and I found myself quite simply incandescent with rage at Morgan-of late sucked into the 1880's by means of a stupid grimoire nobody can name or describe to anyone's satisfaction-ultimately accepting his H.G. By which I mean orchestrating a scene that involves two men taking turns diddling one another under a blanket-hiding their bodies as much from the reader as from one another-is not a very satisfying conclusion to nearly 200 pages of unresolved sexual tension. The sex scene was an embarrassment of ill-considered plotting.

It's grating to spend time with a character so dense he was as likely to blurt out something that could alter the course of human history as he was to reach for 21st century identification to soothe the suspicions of a 19th century constable. Wait until twitter hears about this-O NOES! Stupid cellphone. Willfully reposted that i may heartily irritate the author, who has accused me of improprieties while defending the right of ann somerville to talk shit about my mama.

Whistling in the Dark by Tamara Allen