Honestly? I picked this up because it kept popping up on historical fiction lists, but the pacing almost made me DNF. The first hundred pages feel like watching paint dry in a drawing room. We're meticulously tracking every social gesture, every slight, every piece of fabric. I get it, it's about subtlety and the rigid codes of the time, but man, does it take its sweet time establishing Eliza's world. It's not until the smallpox incident that the plot engine really kicks in. Then it shifts into a different gear entirely—suddenly it's about survival, business, building a life from ashes. The narrative style stays consistent though, that measured, almost observational prose. It fits the character, a woman who learns to calculate every move. I just wish the initial calculation wasn't quite so... glacial. The payoff is good, but you have to be in a very patient mood to reach it.
Some readers call it a 'slow burn,' but to me a slow burn implies a steady build of heat. This felt more like someone was very carefully, very slowly striking a match for the first third of the book. The style is elegant, undeniably, but it creates distance. You're observing Eliza, not always feeling with her. That choice makes the moments where her controlled facade cracks—like with the loss of her friend—genuinely powerful. So I'd rate the pacing as a weakness that somewhat serves the character study, and the narrative style as a strength that demands a specific reader.