Cassandra, Lost

“This was France. In America, they had said “France is in revolution,” but it had meant nothing to her. Revolution-what was that? It was only words, stories told at dinner, written in a newspaper. She had not expected this excess, this sensation of roughness in the air, this threat that peered at her from every face.”

Cassandra, Lost had so much promise. I was ready for a romantic adventure in France, an intriguing account of time at sea and family strife resolved. This was almost painful to get through. I did not like Cassandra, and her romantic experiences were almost too weird. I do not like to give up on a book, and the story did improve after 100+ pages but not enough to sway my opinion. I could have easily skipped the majority of this book and not felt deprived of any important information. After Cassandra runs away from her family to marry Benedict she is put in charge of her dying mother in law. She doesn’t even leave the house in France until half way through the book, and the historical details are very graphic but the potential for this time in a foreign country was wasted. When she returns, she and Benedict move to New Orleans after her father rejects her advances to repair the relationship. This rejection came through a letter and felt like a false truth. If she loved her father so much, why did she not at least try to go see him? In New Orleans, she meets back up with Jean Lafitte, who she begins an affair with. Overall, this book was disappointing. I think it was a missed opportunity to dig deeper into the world in the late 1800s and develop the setting instead of the awkward romantic ties. 


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