The Carousel - Eva Vicci
One of the few pitfalls of loving the historical genre obsessively is devouring so many books that it’s given me a lot of years to develop a huge bit of snobbery for the medium, something I own completely and admit to making me perhaps a bit hypercritical of the books I read in the genre. The Carousel is a book that didn’t quite hit the mark for me in terms of the time or place, written in a language that I felt didn’t necessarily always complement its Victorian England setting, making it a story that could just as easily have taken place anywhere and in a more modern time period, if not for the horse drawn carriages.

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