3.71 AVERAGE

wealhtheow's review against another edition

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1.0

The sequel to The Head of the House of Coombe, Robin deals much more with WWI and its aftermath. Unfortunately, it is laughably trite. The main two points seem to be "Spiritualism is right! Completely right! I talk to the deeeeeeaaaad" and "oh that Robin, so beautiful and perfect and pure and delicate. We must protect her at all costs because she's just so darned feminine and fragile." Coombe was wonderful; I could barely finish the sequel. The Head of the House of Coombe himself, btw, is a great character (if you like erudite, foppish, highly educated, too-clever British peers...) and well worth reading THotHoC.

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3.0

I thought the first part was weird but you really have to read both books to get the full basket of odd that is this novel. The second part spends 100s of pages on the horrors of WWI for those women and old men left behind in England. Then because it's a romance it has a twist you see coming for miles while still suddenly veering into nascent theories about psychology and metaphysics. It reminded me of the Maisie Dobbs novels (which I love) and also of Georgette Heyer a more modern writer who wrote mildly feminist romances set in the regency era but Burnett pre-dates both authors by a century (I think). I'm very glad my internet research got me reading Burnett's unknown works.