Another Amanda Quick bodice ripper. OK, no bodices were actually ripped in The River Knows, but it could have happened.
Again with the corsets, petticoats, bustles, fans, and ridiculous undergarments. But in this novel, our heroine agrees that it is all ridiculous and refuses to wear half of it. The sheer bulk of fabric worn by most women in polite society also turns out to be a contributing factor in the death of one lady.
Quick once again gives us a heroine pretending to be someone she's not in order to have the freedoms she cherishes. Who doesn't rely on the man to get her out of the trouble she has gotten herself into. (Though he might turn out to be helpful in the end).
Another fun page-turner in old-school London!
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