Historical romances were my first love, but lately I’ve been noticing how much they snore, and wishing they’d take the damn garbage out.  The last one I tried to read has been getting rave reviews up the wazoo; I got to page 280, realized there were still 100 more pages left, and groaned out loud. (I’m not going to identify the book, since my current weird state of mind might have contributed to how little I was enjoying it.) Thank goodness Trouble At the Wedding came along before I decided to cart my entire historical TBR to the library. It would have cost a lot in gas.

It’s not that Trouble at the Wedding is the most gorgeous, deeply characterized historical ever, but it doesn’t have to be. (more…)