Review of Tuesday's Child by Rosemary Morris

 

 

5* Review of Tuesday’s Child by Jennifer. M. Black

‘Desperate Struggle.’

Harriet loses both her father and husband in the Iberian war, and when her mother dies she has no option but to return, with her child, to England where she throws herself on the mercy of her father-in-law. She has never met Lord Pennington and as she regains her health, she soon realises that Pennington intends to take her young son from her and make him his heir.
Friendless in a strange country, Harriet resolves to fight her corner. Her sweet nature makes friends of those she meets and is shocked to discover that her memories of her beloved Edward begin to fade once she has met the local rector.

 

This is a book of manners, of the constricting world of the Regency years when a female was considered very much in need of male protection, and to step beyond the proprieties was to risk being ostracised. The detail of clothes, manners, and social customs are exact for the author's research is formidable.

 

The story of Harriet's increasingly desperate struggle against Pennington's madness and the "disasters" that befall her son once Pennington’s relatives meet the boy heir keep the reader turning pages. I enjoyed this story and feel sure you will.

 

 

With a firmly-closed bedroom door, the reader can relish in the details of an emerging love story between two people – a young widow and clergyman – reluctant to fall in love…

 

Tuesday’s Child is available as an e-book and a paperback from amazon

 

Rosemary’s novels are available from Books We Love Publishers: https://bookswelove.net/morris-rosemary/

 

To read the first three chapters please visit my website.

www.rosemarymorris.co.uk

 

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