I read about this on Foreign Circus Library, the name of which I simply adore, and which I’m glad I’ve remembered because for some reason it wasn’t in my bookmarks even though I really like the name. Silly Jenny. Anyway, this book sounded so appealing. A little Catholic orphan! A con man! Mysteries of parentage!
However, having read a bit of it, I concluded that there weren’t really any mysteries of parentage, and so I didn’t peek at the end to see what the truth was, so I didn’t pay attention to any little clues that were dropped. Therefore my review right now is totally useless. I found bits of this story rather gruesome, and the bad guy had an aggravating way of talking. But since I didn’t know the end, and could not be pleased by the clues being dropped along the way, I don’t know how everything balances out. I enjoyed the book, but I can’t decide if I am in favor of it. In a while I’ll read it over again, and once I’ve done that I’ll let you know my complete opinion.
This is what HAPPENS when you don’t read the END. I am NOTHING BUT JUSTIFIED. I’m going back to watching Doctor Who.