| May 12, 2014
This review is from: Daughter’s Inheritance, A (The Broadmoor Legacy Book #1) (Kindle Edition)
First my rant on Trilogies or serial stories: Oh the frustration of it all! I got all the way to the end of this title only to find absolutely ZERO resolution to the fundamental crisis and plot to the story! I knew before I started this was a trilogy but I at the least expected a partial resolution but noooooo, nothing! I normally don’t get up a good rant over a book but I’m really sore about it. Dear author: if you don’t plan to bring the book to a satisfactory conclusion or at least a partial resolution, for crying out loud just make the trilogy an entire work in THREE parts, much like what was done in yesteryear.
Okay, now that I feel better, here are my criticisms of the contents. Frances Broadmoor is just short of her ‘majority’ and is the only daughter of her deceased father. The family is wealthy and influential in the Rochester, New York area. She has lived with her Grandfather, the family patriarch since her Father’s suicide. When he dies, she is left one third of the vast Broadmoor fortune to the outrage of the eldest son her Uncle Jonas. She grew up mostly on the Island Broadmoor estate and she alone loves Michael, the Estate’s boat keeper, and son of hired servants on the island. Much to the family’s dismay, she does not care for the high society life and longs to spend her life wedded to Michael. Uncle Jonas is the villain of the book and devises various schemes to steal away Fannie’s inheritance. The schemes of the dastardly Uncle Jonas get so ridiculous and nonsensical that the dramatic nature of the story takes on the tone of a farce to me. (about the only scheme he didn’t attempt was murder!) And, of course, everyone of them fails miserably. The story takes place on or near the Thousand Islands on the St. Lawrence River and it seems just about every character ends up falling into the water at some point or another and, after several of these plunges, it just got silly.
I’ve read other works by Tracie Peterson and enjoyed them but this one starts out promising, stumbles, bumbles, and falls flat. I steadfastly refuse to read serial installments two or three by the way. I can’t remember another book that put me so out of sorts.