the theology, and how Teo in particular wrestles with his loss of faith, is credible and also (at least for someone like me, who grew up Roman Catholic and, six centuries later, had to think through the same things) moving, beautiful, and (even though I'm an atheist now) rather comforting the sex is, per Whitecroft's usual, insanely hotħ. Nicci is hilarious and I love his art criticismĦ. the MCs are clever, sensitive, and sexyĥ. the political and physical setting is laid out clearly with only one passage that might just barely qualify as an infodumpĤ. How, how does this brilliant writer make such dumbass mistakes whenĢ. But all the things that peeved me when I first read this a few years ago still peeve me now - "San Bendetto" for the name of Teo's monastery, when it s/b "San Benedetto" the name Giacomo spelled "Giacamo" throughout the verb tense errors ("he had rode" instead of "he had ridden," for example) and at least one glaring continuity lapse (Teo kneels next to Nicci to look at the cartoon for a mural, then kneels again a few lines later). On Amazon, I gave this probably the worst review I've ever given a Jess Whitecroft book, though I decided it was too mean and then deleted it.
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