I guess I missed something. I couln't find many vibrant passages, or engaging writing here. The characters in this romantic novel are highly predictable, and shallow. I don't get the 'fully-rounded' and 'highly intelligent' phrases which were used to describe them. The protagonist, Elizabeth, giggles, blushes, and can't seem to concentrate on anything but kisses, much like a thirteen year old school girl. Come on! I wanted her actions to convey her intelligence...to be focused and more mature in her arguements with her overbearing father, and languid lout of a brother. Instead, there are shallow attempts at out-witting her papa, and the law regarding a deed of land...and all for the sake of Nathaniel's approval and strong, manly chest...It's high school, all over again. Elizabeth is an unbelievable mix of aloof spinster, schoolmarm...vixen...psychic and empty-headed moppet. When the house servant, Curiosity, sets up ruse after ruse, to fool her old man, Elizabeth still needs to be walked through all the major tricks. Yet, she has the uncanny ability, just before bedding down, to gaze out the window, on the moonlit winter snow, and spy her lover, who just happens to be out walking...in the wilderness. She, of course, rushes out, into the winter night, with a candle?!, and brings it, into the barn, where the two arrange their future, with a bit of breathless groping. Over 900 pages of 'wolfish' looks...gasping groans...and well, some good, yet highly questionable love-making, in the swamps, caves, and backwoods of upper New York. Romping around and on top of martin and fisher pelts, swimming with turtles...whispering wild words in each other's ears...but, darnit, we never get to hear those 'highly historical' passages! Let's call this stuff what it is! Romantic fiction, rather than a historical novel. No big deal..but, then, no disappointment for those of us who will continue to search out a worthwhile read!