{"id":5131,"date":"2023-10-24T11:11:34","date_gmt":"2023-10-24T11:11:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/marykingswood.co.uk\/?p=5131"},"modified":"2023-10-24T11:11:34","modified_gmt":"2023-10-24T11:11:34","slug":"review-the-chaperone-by-sophia-holloway-2023","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/marykingswood.co.uk\/index.php\/2023\/10\/24\/review-the-chaperone-by-sophia-holloway-2023\/","title":{"rendered":"Review: The Chaperone by Sophia Holloway (2023)"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"big450Box\">\n<div class=\"big450BoxBody\">\n<div class=\"big450BoxContent\">\n<div class=\"reviewText mediumText description readable\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-full wp-image-5133\" src=\"https:\/\/marykingswood.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/chaperone.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"258\" height=\"400\" srcset=\"https:\/\/marykingswood.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/chaperone.jpg 258w, https:\/\/marykingswood.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/10\/chaperone-194x300.jpg 194w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 258px) 100vw, 258px\" \/>I will confess, I have a huge problem with the premise of this story, that a single woman of twenty-three could be an acceptable chaperone for two debutantes in the London season. In the country, yes, no problem at all. In a village or small(ish) town or somewhere like Bath, certainly. But London? Almack\u2019s? The theatre? Balls and crowded evening entertainments? No, absolutely not. Only a married woman could fulfil the role, to my mind, and that made the whole book a bit problematic for me. But everything else was well-nigh perfect, so I can let it go.<\/p>\n<p>Here\u2019s the premise: Lady Sophronia Hadlow did her best to find a husband when she was brought out into society, but her unusual height meant that she was unsuccessful, just as her mother, Lady Chelmarsh, feared. Sophy retired from the fray thankfully to allow her younger sisters their turn, but now she\u2019s called upon to return to London. Her mother is bringing out both Sophy\u2019s younger sister Harriet and a cousin, Susan Tyneham, but she may be called away to the confinement of another daughter, Frances. If so, she\u2019ll expect Sophy to take over as chaperone.<\/p>\n<p>So, this is shaping up to be your run-of-the-mill \u2018season\u2019 book, with the usual backdrop of modistes, Hyde Park, Almack\u2019s, eligible gentlemen and fortune hunters, etc, etc, and so it is, in some ways, but it has a lot more depth than the usual. The way Sophy is drawn in by Lord Rothley is perfectly believable, and the reader feels the same giddiness as Sophy &#8211; is she actually flirting? Is he flirting with her? Sophy has never had an admirer before, so she\u2019s a bit out of her depth, yet never silly with it. She\u2019s that perfect heroine, sensible, quick-witted, easy in society, whether male or female, and really, it\u2019s hard to see why she wasn\u2019t snapped up years ago. And no, her unusual height isn\u2019t a valid excuse &#8211; plenty of men are tall, too, and some of them are capable of admiring a woman for more than just looks or dowry or breeding.<\/p>\n<p>Her sister Harriet is a fairly typical debutante, rather timid and trying not to put a foot wrong, but the cousin, Susan, is a fascinating character. Although she\u2019s an innocent in many ways, just like Harriet, she enjoys a power over men that has them almost instantly at her feet. And when I say she enjoys it, she really does, even though she doesn\u2019t really understand the dangerous game she plays. She just can\u2019t stop playing, though. She drops a package for a passing gentleman to pick up. She even flirts with the male servants. She pretends to let her horse run wild, so that she can be \u2018rescued\u2019 by some passing cavalrymen. And when a man admires the gentle Harriet, she sets out to steal him. Needless to say, this leads to all sorts of problems for Susan herself, and also for Sophy and family. And when Lady Chelmarsh is forced to decamp to her married daughter in a hurry, it\u2019s left to Sophy to steer Harriet and Susan towards suitable matches and try to prevent Susan from destroying their chances entirely.<\/p>\n<p>And into this oddly nerve-wracking scenario come the suitors. Lord Bollington, an early admirer of Susan\u2019s, is put off when she tries to increase his ardour by making him jealous. Sir Esmond Fawley is a pleasant and respectable man who seems oddly drawn to the uncontrollable Susan. There\u2019s Lord Tyneham, Susan\u2019s boorish and stuffy brother, who has decided he\u2019s going to marry Sophy, whether she likes it or not. And then there\u2019s Lord Rothley, who seems to have something of a reputation and is definitely rakishly attractive, but when he starts dancing attendance on the three young women, Lady Chelmarsh warns Sophy against him in no uncertain terms. And yet\u2026 she finds him almost irresistible, and she feels instinctively that she can trust him.<\/p>\n<p>The plot unfolds in ways that are anything but predictable. If Sophy and Harriet and several of the men are rather too \u2018nice\u2019 and would perhaps be bland in other contexts, the wildcard Susan always stirs things up in interesting and unexpected ways. And the writing is superb, in every way, with a perfect Regency tone, no typos and (apart from the 23-year-old unmarried chaperone) no major historical errors. More than that, there\u2019s a complexity to the characters that\u2019s rarely seen in this genre. So despite the chaperonage, I can\u2019t give this less than five stars, and recommend it to anyone looking for a literate and beautifully realised portrait of the Regency.<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I will confess, I have a huge problem with the premise of this story, that a single woman of twenty-three could be an acceptable chaperone for two debutantes in the London season. In the country, yes, no problem at all. In a village or small(ish) town or somewhere like Bath, certainly. But London? Almack\u2019s? 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