A review by liralen
Royal Blood by Rhys Bowen

3.0

Man, to read these books you'd think the European aristocracy in the 1930s spent ninety percent of their time bed-hopping. Except Georgie, of course. Couldn't have that.

I rather wonder whether Bowen was going for a Northanger Abbey feel—gothic meets ridiculous, kind of. It didn't work especially well for me, as I had a hard time believing that Georgie would leap to the conclusion that a) there were vampires and b) a friend of hers was a vampire... Although I think I'd have been more willing to go with it had Georgie acted more strongly upon her suspicions. Beyond eating a bit of garlic and thinking 'ack! vampires!' she doesn't seem to worry overmuch about it, leaving that plotline weaker than it could have been.

This is the second book in a row where the motive has amounted to 'I'm pissy because I'm not as royal as I could be!' so I'm hopeful that the next book will up the stakes a bit.