Mistress of my Fate, by Hallie Rubenhold (DNF)


Author: Hallie Rubenhold
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
ISBN: 978-1455511808
Genre: Historical


Set during a period of revolution and turmoil, Mistress of My Fate is the first book in a trilogy about Henrietta Lightfoot, a young woman who was abandoned as a baby and raised alongside her cousins, noble children of a lord and lady. At just sixteen years old, circumstance and a passionate love affair tear Henrietta away from everything she knows, leading to a new life fending for herself on the streets of 18th century London as a courtesan, gambler, and spirited intellect of the city.


Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear! This is not, and I repeat NOT my kind of book. So, how did I come by a historical novel with the absolutely gorgeous cover? A gift. A birthday gift from—well, I think it was given to me either in 2011 or maybe 2012. And, at the time, I did scratch my head wondering how it was someone thought I might like to read this. And again, at the time, on receipt, I probably thought (when looking at said snappy cover) I might actually like reading it.

Oh boy, was I wrong. And, just maybe, I knew deep in my heart that despite the gorgeous cover, this wasn’t my kind of read because, after all, it’s taken me till now to rediscover this gift and start reading. Reading? Well, that too is something of an understatement, as I never really got past 10-12 page before I had to stop.

Written in a rather farcical first-person POV that is meant to (I suspect) be funny and witty, and in the style of an arm slung over one’s eyes and ‘woe is me’ period-piece dramady. All of which might work well as a BBC bodice-ripping bawdy comedy, but that falls flat really quickly, as a novel. A novel you will either love straight away (judging by other reviews) or hate. I fall into the latter camp, not that I dislike Mistress of my Fate so much as think it’s just really bad writing, full stop!

That said, however, I can hardly lay claim to giving a well-balanced review on this once since it is most definitely a DNF, and never will be. But I’m happy to send this sumptuous looking hardback anywhere in the world to someone who might like to read it, for no more than the cost of postage and packaging. Let me know if you want it!

Rating: DNF

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