By day, I'm a domestic violence prosecutor. By night, I read romance to restore my faith in love, relationships, and humanity in general.
I was frustrated by the narrator, who despite being a graduate scholar at Harvard, is remarkably dense. I think that Katherine Howe gravely underestimates the intelligence of her readers, because she foreshadowed all of the plot twists with so little subtlety that I (reader) always knew just where we were going long before we ended up there, and the fact that Connie (narrator) never seemed to see anything coming just made me impatient through the whole book. Still, the flashbacks to colonial Salem were interesting and well-done, I thought: though I was far more interested in the characters and story told via flashback than in the modern-day humdrum of the main narrative.
*** Originally posted at GR April 2011.***