by Beth Brower
First sentence: “I’ve yet to come up with a suitable greeting for when I see Pierce this morning.” (volume 7) and “When I came down for breakfast this morning, I found Agnes happily fussing over the stove while Parian ate his breakfast at the table, a cup of steaming coffee at his side.” (volume 8)
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Others in the series: Volume 1, Volume 2 and 3, Volume 4 and 5, Volume 6 (which I didn’t review!)
Content: There’s not much, though it does touch on abuse and PTSD in volume 8. It’d be in the Fiction section if the bookstore carried it.

I was talking to my husband when I was reading volume 7, and he asked what was happening, and to be honest: I couldn’t sum up the plot. It’s about Emma and her daily adventures. And he said, “So, it’s a bit of a soap opera?” and I can’t get past that. Yes, it is a bit of a soap opera. Maybe in the way that Austen is a bit of a soap opera, but Austen was concise and didn’t draw things out. I found myself losing patience with volume 8 in particular – how many pages do we need to read about Emma and her adventures at Stonecrop? Yes, I did finish the series, but by the end – especially as we got Revelations about Pierce and Islington and Emma’s feelings – I wanted to know when it would end.

And maybe that’s the rub. I enjoy Emma and the variety of people she has collected around her, but there’s no end in sight. How long can I read about Aunt Eugenia Spencer’s desire to use Emma as a foil to marry off her daughter? How long can Hawkes be mysterious and enigmatic? How long is she going to draw out the Pierce-Emma-Islington triangle (I firmly believe that there is a triangle there). How long is she going to draw out Mary’s crush on her professor? What happened to Jack? It’s just. so. much.

So, yes, I finished it, and I didn’t hate it, but I think I’m a bit tired of Emma, and I’m glad there isn’t a volume 9 just yet.