Book Review: The Wanton by Rosemary Rogers
I remember reading The Wanton as an early teen (13 maybe). I found it hidden in a bedside drawer and once I started reading I realized why. I thought it was crazy then and, at 37 I still think the same thing. I mean c’mon look at that cover. What early 90’s teenager could resist reading this when their parents weren’t home?
When it comes to stupid, there are times the main character, Trista, takes the cake, especially when it involves her stepbrother, Fernando. In her defense (and in the beginning), she was 16 years old and it was the 1800s. And, she’d been shit on a lot by her mother. She was a definite masochist and unreliable narrator. I couldn’t tell if she enjoyed the non-consensual BDSM thing every guy in the book had going on for her, but I sure as hell found it interesting.
Except for the brother thing. And, the “I will rule you” thing. I can’t believe the father and aunt never realized what was going on with Trista and her brother, Fernando, and I’ve never been able to understand her fascination with him.
The writing was difficult to follow most of the time. I often wondered if the characters and the writer were tripping on acid, that’s how far out there the plot and writing seems. I’ve read other books by Rosemary Rogers, such as Love Play and Sweet, Savage Love, but none were as disjointed and just plain weird as The Wanton.
But, hot damn, Blaise Devenant!
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