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I hated this book so much. And whenever I hate an audiobook I have to wonder how much of that is due to the narrator and how much blame should be placed on the text. I'm not sure it matters in this case.
Maisie Dobbs is flawless. Jaqueline Winspear should have just called her Mary Sue. She's born into the lower class but has excelled despite her humble upbringing. She has extraordinary talents to get people to open up to and trust her. It's in her eyes, you see. And even as a baby there was something in her eyes that was powerful and unnerving for people to see. When she leaves her father to take residence and work into the house of a great lady, she's instantly likable to everyone she meets. She finishes all her housework and then wakes at 3 in the morning to sneak into the library and read books. When she can't understand the books in Latin, she is able to teach herself Latin! Magically! All by herself! Of course, she's caught in the library and should be dismissed for such a presumptuous act, but instead she's given private lessons at the lady's expense, while also being able to finish all her work. People start to get jealous of our heroine, because of course they do, but as luck would have it there's an opening at another good home, where she can work and study. She then gets into Cambridge and her benefactress, Lady Rowen, is happy to pay. But war is a reality even Maisie Dobbs cannot escape, so after a brief and unnerving run-in with a former co-worker (who, SPOILER ALERT, dies that night making bombs for the war) who basically guilts her into service, she puts Cambridge on hiatus to serve her country as a nurse... Blah, blah, blah. But the problem with Maisie Dobbs is she's so unlikable. Like, she's actually the worst. And there's no escaping her.
But the protagonist is not the only issue with this work. The dialogue is clunky and stilted, the narrative is clogged down with unnecessary and cumbersome details (do I really need a full explanation on how to use the car?), there's way too much forced sentimentality (I kept rolling my eyes at these, particularly when Frank Dobbs, Maisie's father, is praying to his dead wife about meeting Maisie's boyfriend). Also, this book is not really a mystery. Two-thirds of the book deal with the history of the unlikable Maisie Dobbs.
There have not been too many books I've hated to this extent. I won't be reading the rest of the series.
Maisie Dobbs is flawless. Jaqueline Winspear should have just called her Mary Sue. She's born into the lower class but has excelled despite her humble upbringing. She has extraordinary talents to get people to open up to and trust her. It's in her eyes, you see. And even as a baby there was something in her eyes that was powerful and unnerving for people to see. When she leaves her father to take residence and work into the house of a great lady, she's instantly likable to everyone she meets. She finishes all her housework and then wakes at 3 in the morning to sneak into the library and read books. When she can't understand the books in Latin, she is able to teach herself Latin! Magically! All by herself! Of course, she's caught in the library and should be dismissed for such a presumptuous act, but instead she's given private lessons at the lady's expense, while also being able to finish all her work. People start to get jealous of our heroine, because of course they do, but as luck would have it there's an opening at another good home, where she can work and study. She then gets into Cambridge and her benefactress, Lady Rowen, is happy to pay. But war is a reality even Maisie Dobbs cannot escape, so after a brief and unnerving run-in with a former co-worker (who, SPOILER ALERT, dies that night making bombs for the war) who basically guilts her into service, she puts Cambridge on hiatus to serve her country as a nurse... Blah, blah, blah. But the problem with Maisie Dobbs is she's so unlikable. Like, she's actually the worst. And there's no escaping her.
But the protagonist is not the only issue with this work. The dialogue is clunky and stilted, the narrative is clogged down with unnecessary and cumbersome details (do I really need a full explanation on how to use the car?), there's way too much forced sentimentality (I kept rolling my eyes at these, particularly when Frank Dobbs, Maisie's father, is praying to his dead wife about meeting Maisie's boyfriend). Also, this book is not really a mystery. Two-thirds of the book deal with the history of the unlikable Maisie Dobbs.
There have not been too many books I've hated to this extent. I won't be reading the rest of the series.