t had sprung a friendship of a great closeness with my wonderful American father whom love had chained in France. When he rode the great hunter that had come across to him from a friend in Kentucky I demanded to cling behind him or to sit the saddle in front of him, even at times running at his side as long as my breath held out, to rise on his stirrup, like the great terrifying Scotchmen do in battles, and cling as Kentuck made flight over wall or fence. My very slim and strong hands could not be kept from the steering wheel of his long blue racing car, and I could bring down a hare out of the field with any gun he possessed as unerringly as could he. I lived his life with him hour by hour, learned to think as he thought, to speak his easy transatlantic speech, and did equal trencher duty with him at all times, so that muscle and brawn were packed on my tall, broad woman's body with the same compactness as it was packed upon his, by the time I had reached my twenty-first birthday. By that time he and I had b
This was an uninteresting book, I did not like it at all. Hard to read, very hard. And it wasn't even like it was hard to read because it was an old book. It was hard to read because it was poorly written. The sentences did not flow right and were awkward. It was almost if a translator had done a very poor job or that the author's native language was not English. I was a little disappointed because I usually like what Maddie reviews. Oh ,well. There are far better books to read.
Fast pacing story with a spunky patriotic heroine in it. It was a great fun to read.
Following a misunderstanding the beautiful Roberta disguises herself as the dashing Robert and works for the good of her native France. But what will happen when her duplicity is dicovered?