Pitched as a Regency romance/mystery, The Talisman Ring is actually a hilarious romp full with the Heyer staples; a grumpy (in this cased described as “cautious”) older man, a dippy and romantic young woman, a handsome young buck, and an older, independent woman with a brilliant sense of humor.
And, as I have discovered and discussed in previous posts, the real adventure begins on the road.
The beginning of the story (ie the set up) begins a bit slowly, but the characters are instantly loveable/hateable/loveable. Sylvester, the dying grandfather/uncle is absolutely the definition of curmudgeon, and I almost wished for more time with him. C’est La Vie! (read the book, get the French cliche reference).
Unpredictable villians, silly costumes, and a mysterious ring all figure in this beautiful and timeless Heyer classic.
For first time Heyerians, I don’t recommend making a maiden voyage with Talisman Ring. The romance is very subtle, and unless you are familiar with her tropes, its likely you will find it unsatisfying. But dyed in the wool Heyerians (as you must know I have become) will lavish in this exquistely subtle romance that reminds us why we fall in love.
Lovely, lovely book.
Its also pretty mild on the heat index, nothing spicier than a passionate kiss and some thin references to painted ladies.