I wanted to like this book much more than I actually did end up liking it. I think the culprit was mostly just pacing. It felt plodding though dull parts, and then it didn't slow down for the interesting parts. Falling in love with the love of his life takes place over a couple of pages, about the same amount of space given to a meal at a boarding house. The showdown over the Hays laws got as much attention as a Q and A session before a premier. I feel like all the pieces of a good story were there, but the author's editor let her down. Dreamspinner I see.