One of the worst books I have had the misfortune of reading

The title is a Lady of Hidden Intent; it is set in 1855 England and America. The story is centered on wealthy father and daughter who are the last of their bloodline. The father, whose name I cannot recall, has a business partner who has been dealing in slaves in order to beef up his income, the authorities find out and his daughter flees to America while he suffers in prison.

I know it is not the greatest premise you have ever read but it has potential right… yes, yes this is what I thought originally and so I kept on reading.

As the pages crawled by the extent of Tracie Peterson originality expired in the first few chapters. There is a mountain of issues with this horrid book, it would take me pages upon pages to point them out, but don’t worry I wont bore you to death, instead I will cut to the chase.

The protagonists does not have a mind of her own, she is only capable of complaining about her situation and praying that a higher power or a big strong man will deliver her from the entanglement.  She is so weak in every possible way; she does not have the courage to fight for her father’s freedom or the brainpower to understand the relationship that is developing between her and the lead male character. Every instance when the story develops she crumbles and proceeds to spends six pages talking about how she should not be living her life because her father is rotting away in a prison cell.

Remember the first time you read Pride and Prejudice and for a moment you found yourself more in love with Mr. Bennet then with Elizabeth or Mr. Darcy. Or all of those times you have re read Harry Potter because you enjoyed the journey that Harry, Ron and Herminie went through, together.

Yeah, you will not be having any such moments when reading this book. The supporting cast is not capable of doing anything beyond blindly believing in Katherine’s (the bloody protagonists) talents and abilities. Their lives are one dimensional in a obvious and very painful way.

So if you have read this much of the my entry (and congrats if you have because I suspect not many people will be able to) you must be wondering if this book was so horribly written why for the love of grilled cheese sandwiches did I continue to read it…

At this point the only explanation I have is temporary insanity, or perhaps it was the continued hope that Katherine would grow a backbone and Tracie Peterson would finally surprise me. But alas it was not to happen and thus I am able to title “A Lady of Hidden Intent” the worst book I have read in a very long while.