By the title of the book, "The Yellow Room", I think I was expecting something else.
By the description,
“You have no right to whip me,” she said in a cold, tight little voice. She was trying hard to keep control of her speech. She tried not to screech or let her voice tremble, as that would tell him that he had the power to frighten her. “I will not be whipped by any man or anyone else. Undo my hands at once,” she said in what she thought was an authoritative voice. “Being kept all the evening in this room without any dinner is quite punishment enough. And what have I done that calls for punishment? Refusing to wear horrid dresses which only serve to make nakedness conspicuous? If I am to be treated in this way, I shall leave tomorrow. As for promising to take off my own drawers before my own uncle, you must be mad, Sir, to think of such a thing. I would rather die first.”
I was expecting, yet again, something else.
What I got wasn't either.
It wasn't that it was badly written... it was actually quite good. It just... wasn't what I was expecting.
If you're expecting something to taste like steak and it tastes like pickles, it isn't that you dislike pickles, its just that you were really ready for steak.
Thankfully, I'd already purchased The Damned Daughter
. Which would be a medium rare steak ;-)
By the description,
“You have no right to whip me,” she said in a cold, tight little voice. She was trying hard to keep control of her speech. She tried not to screech or let her voice tremble, as that would tell him that he had the power to frighten her. “I will not be whipped by any man or anyone else. Undo my hands at once,” she said in what she thought was an authoritative voice. “Being kept all the evening in this room without any dinner is quite punishment enough. And what have I done that calls for punishment? Refusing to wear horrid dresses which only serve to make nakedness conspicuous? If I am to be treated in this way, I shall leave tomorrow. As for promising to take off my own drawers before my own uncle, you must be mad, Sir, to think of such a thing. I would rather die first.”
I was expecting, yet again, something else.
What I got wasn't either.
It wasn't that it was badly written... it was actually quite good. It just... wasn't what I was expecting.
If you're expecting something to taste like steak and it tastes like pickles, it isn't that you dislike pickles, its just that you were really ready for steak.
Thankfully, I'd already purchased The Damned Daughter
. Which would be a medium rare steak ;-)
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