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Ranty McRant.

Ok - I've had it. I think it was jundiamanti who blew a stack about this recently and I'm simply going to reiterate what she said but not as eloquently.

I AM SICK TO DEATH of getting links via various newsletters to historical fiction about England-written by the non-English - which is AU at best.

It's insulting, and how would American's for example feel if I had a Regency character getting off the boat at Ellis Island and looking up at the skyscrapers there and riding in a carriage across the Brooklyn Bridge? Or took liberties with the Native American culture, or simply didn't care what date the War of Independence ended? - After all - who cares, right?

The book that sparked this head explosion is "The Harlot's Daughter" which - simply judging by the excerpt and the blurb is the biggest load of Hollywood BILGE I've seen for a long time. "the reader has done the research," gushes one reviewer (and the gushiness and overpraising of reviewers is another rant to be saved for another day, I'm full enough of bile as it is, thank you) and I'd say yes, she's done some sort of research, but judging by the errors in the timeline and the historical crap she comes out with - she's simply read someone else's historical novel on Joan of WINDSOR (NOT Weston) as she calls her and has decided to write about her.

For a START Joan of Windsor was married to a bloke called Robert Sterke, so who the bloody hell Justin Lamonte is I don't know - perhaps some pop star?

No. That's enough. Head is Splodey enough and I want to have a nice weekend. *STUMPS OFF*