Grade: D-
Summary: Sylvie Lamoureux is the darling of the Paris ballet, renowned for her beauty and passionate dedication to her art. But when a mysterious letter sends her across the English Channel, she finds herself literally landing in the lap of one of London's most notorious men.
Review: Book was boring, way to much storyline about Sylvie dancing in The White Lily. The author seemed to get lost and lose her way in writing the story. I did like the character of "The General". He had some great comedic lines and brought a humanness to the story.
Tom definitely gives the best gifts to Sylvie; they aren't jewels or extravagant gifts but ones she really wants. The music box and mirrors showed how much Tom paid attention to Sylvie and her wants and needs.
Started to get more interesting when Sylvie and Tom sleep together ( second half of book) and she is trying to figure out if what she feels for Tom is love. In some aspects Sylvie was an intriguing character. She is definitely not your average regency character; a ballerina and having had a lover who wasn't the romantic lead. Just wish the story could have supported Sylvie more.
When Sylvie and her long lost sister, Susannah from the first book, finally meet it is really abrupt. I didn't feel emotionally involved with their reunion at all. Even when Etienne, Sylvie's lover, and his role in the background is revealed I couldn't bring myself to be shocked.
After being numbed by page after page of Sylvie learning to dance with her "derrière in the air" I was just ready for the end. It was kind of like, meet sister in an anti-climatic way- check; take care of Etienne in an anti-climatic way -check; happily ever after- check.
Deleting "Ways to be Wicked" from my computer- check.
Next to be read: "The Secret to Seduction" #3 in Holt Sisters Trilogy by Julie Anne Long. Since this is the last book in the series I am going to go ahead and read it. I honestly don't think it can be any more disappointing than the second one. I feel dramatic but the first book was so good! How dare Julie Anne Long play with my emotions this way.


