I just finished reading Italo Calvino. I needed something dumb. I was in Devon and it was raining. I found this in a second hand book shop in Lyme Regis.
It is Jane Eyre meets Wuthering Heights meets mediocre writing.
Generally I got what I wanted and was quite pleased with it.
I have two complaints
1) Why must all gothic 'old times' novels involve a secrete mad relative?
2) There were NO sex scenes.