What the frick? What stared out as a well-written Victoria romance, descended into absolute absurdity in the last few chapters. The rest of the book was quite good though. I'm sill not really sure why Swithen couldn't be a scientist if he was married

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before the stipulation in his uncle's will.

Were astronomers that distracted by their wives that no science ever got done?

I have to say, as a woman in my thirties, I am annoyed at how they kept referring to Viviette's age when she was beautiful even at the ripe old age of twenty-eight

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but then suddenly four years later, she's a withered old hag, who's ex doesn't even recognise her. Rude!