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482 pages, Hardcover
First published October 27, 2015
“The truth can be a hard thing, Jo. It’s often best left hidden,” Phillip said quietly.
Josephine Montfort stared at the newly mounded grave in front of her and at the wooden cross marking it.I love historical romances. The best ones aren't solely focused on romance, but instead, have an underlying storyline. Something extra for the reader that keeps the book from being pure brain candy. This book is an YA version of HR, but it has so much more depth. It's like, a Lisa Kleypas YA, if you will, and if you understand my reference to that wonderful and legendary romance author.
How did this happen? How did I get here? Jo asked herself. She didn’t want to do this. She wanted to be home. Safe inside her Gramercy Square town house.
“Wait by the vault. Go back,” Eddie said. Not unkindly.
Jo laughed. Go back? How? There was no going back. Not to her old life of drawing rooms and dances. Not to Miss Sparkwell’s School. Not to her friends, or to Bram. It had all gone too far.
“They suffer, those mill girls,” she said, her voice quieter, but her heart still full of emotion. “They are so terribly unfortunate.”Right.
Trudy took her hand. “My darling Jo, there is no one more unfortunate than we ourselves,” she said. “We are not engaged yet, you and I. We’re spinsters. Pathetic nobodies. We can go nowhere on our own. We must not be too forward in speech, dress, or emotion lest we put off a potential suitor. We are allowed no funds of our own, and most of all”—she squeezed Jo’s hand for emphasis—“no opinions.”.
"Morality is a luxury, my darling. A very expensive one."
"What can I say? I merely wish to smoke. Sparky can forgive that. You, on the other hand, wish to know things. And no one can forgive a girl that."
Actual rating 4.5She felt like a fairy-tale princess woken by a kiss to a new world, new people, new emotions.
Before I start this review I have a confession to make. I am a big fan of Sherlock Holmes. The adventures of Sherlock Holmes is one of my favorite books ever. I love a thorough mystery, I love when the author allows readers be a part of investigation. Also, I am a big fan of Nancy Drew games *gasp*. Yep, it's my guilty pleasure. I love these computer games, I love to snoop and sneak with Nancy, digging and turning secrets step by step. I am a huge mystery geek. These shallow graves is a mix of best Sherlock Holmes tradition and Nancy Drew adventures. It's a perfect combination for me and it was delightful to read this book and to follow its twists from the first page till the last one. I loved it. Also, I have to add that this book is more than a mystery - it's a multi-layered cake, and is not subtle in its message, but rather forward and frank. It was a pure joy and entertainment to read. All was mixed together so perfectly that I can't really imagine a person who wouldn't like this book at least for one of the many reasons. And I can give you some:
- this book has a headstrong, resilient heroine;
- this book has a solid mystery with a very yummy clues for readers to follow with MCs;
- this book has a strong reliable romance (absolutely sexy one);
- this books is a historical fiction displaying the life of New-York city in the late 19th century - high society, labor class, social issues;
- it is a pure aesthetic pleasure to read this book and to follow its directions.
The story is about Josephine/Jo Montfort, an American aristocrat. She comes from an old-money and is bound by conventionalities and expectations of high society. She can't move without being noticed and observed and she can't be her own person and do as she wishes.“My darling Jo, there is no one more unfortunate than we ourselves,” she said. “We are not engaged yet, you and I. We’re spinsters. Pathetic nobodies. We can go nowhere on our own. We must not be too forward in speech, dress, or emotion lest we put off a potential suitor. We are allowed no funds of our own, and most of all”—she squeezed Jo’s hand for emphasis—“no opinions.”
“You know the rules: get yourself hitched, then do what you like. But for heaven’s sake, until you get the man, smile like a dolt and talk about tulips, not mill girls!”
Jo wants to be a reporter, but she is expected to marry as soon as possible, and she will have to say adieu to her dreams. But then a tragedy strikes, and for the first time in her life Jo's got an opportunity to pursue her dreams. Jo is a highly likable, headstrong heroine. She knows what she wants and what she's allowed to have. She is not ready to give up on her dreams, and I loved Jo for her stubbornness in following her goals. “Need I remind you that she’s a scandalous lady reporter who meddles in other people’s business and has no hope of marrying a decent man? You, in contrast, are a Montfort, and Montforts marry. Early and well. And that is all.”
“Well, this Montfort’s going to do a bit more,” Jo declared. “Like write stories for newspapers.”Jo knew she shouldn’t sit at the edge of her seat, her face pressed to the glass—Eager young ladies aren’t ladies at all, her mother would’ve said—but she couldn’t help it. The New York before her now was so much more interesting than the one she knew, and alone in her carriage, away from the oppressiveness of her mother’s rules, she could give free rein to her insatiable curiosity.
This book has a strong feminist message. Women from high society are nothing without men, they can't run a business or pursue a career. Women from labor class are forced to work from young age; they have to endure hard labor. Every one of these women from different social circles are slaves and often are perceived as trophies and objects for trade.“But she’s a human being,” Jo protested, heartsick at the thought of Fay’s fate. “You can’t just buy and sell her. That’s slavery. Have you no sense of morality?”
“Morality is a luxury, my darling. A very expensive one,” Esther said.
“But—”
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“You’re engaged to Abraham Aldrich, are you not? No doubt your dear mama—if she’s worth a damn—tallied the fortunes and prospects of every young man of means in the city, weighing their dollars against your assets: beauty and breeding.” She paused to let her words sink in, then said, “One day soon, my darling, you’ll be doing the very same thing the girls here do, only you won’t get paid for it.”
This book stands against women's slavery in any form. Does this issue still actual nowadays? Yes. In modern society some issues are even more acute then they were before; they never vanished, just transformed into something even bigger and scarier than ever.
These shallow graves is a mystery with romance or a romance with a mystery? I can say that it's both. When Jo started to search for truth behind her father's death, she also found love. These two components of the book are intertwined and supplement each other perfectly. I loved that the mystery was presented in detail. I loved the accuracy of investigation and the introduction of forensic medicine and the role it played in the investigation. “How does one practice forensic medicine?” Jo asked, her curiosity overcoming her revulsion.
“Through rigorous observation, my dear,” Oscar said in a professorial voice. “One notes the position of the victim’s body, as well as its stiffness, color, and state of decay. One looks for blood spatter. Determines the absence or presence of powder burns. Differentiates between the cuts of a hatchet and those of a carving knife. Recognizes the chemical actions and reactions of poisons, acids, and solvents.
Well, can I marry this clever boy now?
I loved the dark mood that was enveloping the story from the beginning.Moonlight spilled over the rows of graves and the looming towers of the asylum. A wail rose on the night, high and piercing.
There were gruesome moments, but it made the story more realistic, and made me fidget with unease and worry for MCs. The last 15% were crazy and awesome and absolutely breathtaking. There was also a lot of humor and it helped to balance the dark mood and prevented the story from being gloomy.
The romance was perfect. No insta-love; MCs connected through the mystery: they had the same wish to get to the bottom of the things. And from that wish desire to know each other was born and then love. Absolutely beautifully done. And that scene in the closet... “I want to tail Kinch,” Eddie said anxiously. “I’m going to lose him if we don’t get out of here and he might be tough to find again.”
“I’m going to lose my reputation if we don’t get out of here and that will be impossible to find again,” Jo said.
Uh-huhNow Eddie turned to face the door, his back against the back wall, and Jo wedged herself in front of him, with her back against the door, and there was no room between them at all. Her eyes were blind in the darkness, but her sense of touch was heightened. She could feel every point of contact with his body. One of her legs was between his, and one of his was between hers. Her hips were pressed against his and her breasts were jammed into his chest. Her cheek touched his jaw.
“How dare you!” she sputtered, blushing furiously.
“How could you?”
“Hey, you’re welcome,” Eddie said.“What?”
“I just saved your backside. I think a thank-you’s in order,” he said.
Jo advanced on him, intending to give him what for, but his slow, teasing smile and his eyes, so deeply blue, stopped her cold.
She grabbed his lapels, pulled him to her, and kissed him back.
Lovers of romance will be delighted, trust me!
I wouldn't say that the story was absolutely perfect. No. There were predictable moment, moments when I wanted to kill the heroine for not seeing the obvious. But these were genuine emotions on my part, and when the book makes you feel so much - it means it hit the right spot in your heart and this is your thing. This book was my thing. I with no doubt can name These shallow graves - one of the best books of the year. Read it, people. Read it as soon as possible. This book will give you so much. “This is the best thing, Jo. The city stretched out before you, glittering like a sack of diamonds. Yours for the taking. A drink and a smoke and no one to please but yourself. Freedom. That’s my answer. The freedom to be your own best thing.”
“The truth costs.
Lies cost more.”
“Murder is not a suitable topic of conversation for a young lady.”
“I meant stay with me today. And tomorrow. And every day after.”