The heroine, Fanny Rousseau, is a down to earth young lady with a deep faith. The journey she embarks on is one that is both spiritual and physical. After her mother?s death she finds out that her mother's aunt is still alive, she goes on a voyage to find her. The way for Fanny was treacherous, and long. Nothing in Fanny's life was like it seemed, and I don't want to spoil the ending for any curious readers, but it is a happy one. . . I loved the heroine and the journey she had to undertake. The book has several messages, and one of them is that nothing in this life is as it seems, but God will guide the journeyer through to the end. Before I read this novel, I thought it would be just another trashy historical romance. . .but it's not. I feel that actually, the title was rather misleading. I love reading about the excesses and the frivolity of the regency era, which was a reason I was drawn to this novel. However, there's certainly no sexual improprieties buried under here, and no balls, dukes or princes either. The main criticism I have is that the title and the general design seemed to suggest that this is a suitable book for those self-indulgent moments on a dark winter's evening, when a girl reads in order to be courted by a handsome prince. It's not.

The heroine, Fanny Rousseau, is a down to earth young lady with a deep faith. The journey she embarks on is one that is both spiritual and physical. After her mother’s death she finds out that her mother's aunt is still alive, she goes on a voyage to find her. The way for Fanny was treacherous, and long. Nothing in Fanny's life was like it seemed, and I don't want to spoil the ending for any curious readers, but it is a happy one. . . I loved the heroine and the journey she had to undertake. The book has several messages, and one of them is that nothing in this life is as it seems, but God will guide the journeyer through to the end. Before I read this novel, I thought it would be just another trashy historical romance. . .but it's not. I feel that actually, the title was rather misleading. I love reading about the excesses and the frivolity of the regency era, which was a reason I was drawn to this novel. However, there's certainly no sexual improprieties buried under here, and no balls, dukes or princes either. The main criticism I have is that the title and the general design seemed to suggest that this is a suitable book for those self-indulgent moments on a dark winter's evening, when a girl reads in order to be courted by a handsome prince. It's not.