This book can only be described as charmingly chaotic, kind of like your clutzy cousin that's always making a mess of things but whom you love nevertheless. A vicar and his family of endlessly charming children are constantly befallen by various ills, but never fail to come out on top in what I believe is supposed to be the 18th century version of a Hallmark film.
I've heard this was supposed to be satire, but any attempt at wittiness is marred by the author's (and the vicar's) verbosity. The multiple dei ex machina at the end were completely ridiculous. Thank goodness there were only two chapters dedicated to the selling of the family horses, rather than three.
I've heard this was supposed to be satire, but any attempt at wittiness is marred by the author's (and the vicar's) verbosity. The multiple dei ex machina at the end were completely ridiculous. Thank goodness there were only two chapters dedicated to the selling of the family horses, rather than three.
