Published by Sourcebooks, Incorporated on 2014-11-04
Genres: Fiction, Historical, Romance, Victorian
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Lady Elinor is searching for treasure The intrepid Lady Elinor Tremaine is caught up in the Victorian fervor for exploring distant lands. Her travels throw her back in the company of an old friend-this time, far from the security of polite society.And uncovering the secrets of her own heartHarry de Vaux, Viscount Tunbury, has loved Lady Elinor for as long as he can remember- but his family's sordid background put her completely out of his reach. Prowling through Etruscan ruins in Italy with Elinor is exquisite torture. She is so close, and so forbidden...
5 Questions with Lilian Marek
What is the first book you remember reading by yourself as a child?
The Littlest Angel by Guy Tazelow. I remember it vividly because not only was I very proud of myself for reading it all on my own but it was a present to make me less distressed about getting my tonsils out. Actually, that’s a funny story. My mother woke me up early to say we were going to the hospital, and I thought it was all very interesting until the nurse was pushing me down the hall on a gurney and commented on what a brave girl I was. That’s when I got scared. I thought, “Wait a minute. I’m being brave? What am I being brave about?” Then they put something over my face, and I started to cry, and somebody said, “That’s right, you cry.” Next thing I knew I had no tonsils but all the ice cream I wanted.
What are you reading right now?
There are open books scattered all around the house. There’s a gorgeously illustrated book on Prague Castle, an 1871 Baedeker guide to Southern Germany, Science in the Kitchen and the Art of Eating Well by Pellegrino Artusi, which is a late 19th century Italian cookbook, and Susanna Kearsley’s Season of Storms. That is an absolutely wonderful book. She conjures up the places she describes so vividly that you can feel the texture of the walls. I’m trying to read it slowly to prolong the pleasure.
How does your garden grow?
Are you talking about the mess out there that’s choked with Oriental Bittersweet, honeysuckle, Virginia creeper and poison ivy? Or were you perhaps referring to the garden in my imagination, the one overflowing with fruit and blossoms? That one has an orchard of antique apples and pears, with a border of old roses fronted by a bed of pinks and lavender. The apples have names like Sops of Wine, the pears have names like Duchesse d’Angouleme, and the roses include Maiden’s Blush and the Apothecary Rose. That’s the garden I think of as the real one.
What is the last thing you Googled?
Carlo Gesualdo. (Don’t you just love the Internet? The moment you have a question, you just tap a few keys and you have an answer.) Anyway, an announcer on the radio referred to Gesualdo as a “composer of madrigals and murderer.” How could I resist a combination like that? So I hurried over to the computer and there he was, a 16th century nobleman who composed some highly emotional and complex music, but who also murdered his wife and her lover in horrifically brutal fashion.
Some day I have to use that story. I don’t know that I am likely to set a book in Renaissance Italy, but maybe I could have a ghost. Or a castle where visitors are ill at ease. Or a room where no one can sleep. There has to be a way to use it.
What makes you cringe?
Leaf blowers and snow blowers and all that power equipment needed to keep nature immaculate and in bounds. I step outside to enjoy in a lovely peaceful day, and all of a sudden I’m assaulted by a horrendous racket that turns the world into a construction site. Cringe is a mild word for the way it makes me feel.
Lillian Marek was born and raised in New York City (the center of the universe). At one time or another she has had most of the interesting but underpaid jobs available to English majors. After a few too many years in journalism, she decided she prefers fiction, where the good guys win and the bad guys get what they deserve.