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Loving Paperback – April 1, 1988
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The h inherited a small cottage she's now raising her daughter her, happily leaving their old council flat behind. And who could blame her.
Her daughter is the product of a rape when the h was 18. She had lost her parents, then the rape, and has closed herself off emotionally to a certain extent except to her daughter.
She inadvertently gets involved with the H as his daughter is best friends with her daughter. Plus H's daughter has the housekeeper from Hades that drives her away from her own house and father. The H's ex -wife was a piece of work. Crappy as a wife, she was relentlessly unfaithful, and at the very best an inattentive mother but more likely emotionally distant/abusive to her young daughter. The H makes it very clear how little he thinks of her in every way.
MOC that benefits the h when her roof caves in, and benefits the H because he has someone he can trust with his daughter and ZZZZZZzzz. The h tenses up every time the H gets near which isn't that often as he spends a lot of time in Dallas besides which he is very considerate of the way she freezes up due to her rape PTSD.
My level of apathy towards this annoyingly bland and boring heroine doesn't reflect well on me. She may be a fictional rape victim, but she is still a rape victim nonetheless. (She won't get counseling which the H, sanely, suggests.) However, if I read her inner monologue ONE MORE TIME about Susie, Susie, Susie and how much the hero must still love and desire her I was going to scream. I am not a big fan of angst fests, but I could see no real development of love or attraction other than proximity.
Example of her po faced, poor pitiful me inner thoughts: After coming back from the States early, the H tells her he never once took an early flight to come home to his first wife as he never knew what would await him: her cheating, out with another man, daughter abandoned, whatever. Then to continue the compliment he says he would never compare her to Susie the cheater. Her immediate, yes IMMEDIATE, inner poor pitilful me reaction is “Of course he doesn't compare me to her. He loved miserable, cheating, lying, good-in-bed Susie and only married me to help with is daughter.” Aaarrrrgggghhh, Out of all the Charlie Browns, you are the Charlie Browniest of heroines. He just said.. Oh never mind.