Last weekend, I spent 14 hours driving to Wichita for a baby shower for my college best friend. I don’t mind taking road trips by myself, especially when the weather is lovely and I have a good audio book. Unfortunately, only the former was true of my trip to Wichita.
I found “Habits of the House” on a reading list entitled “If You Loved Downton Abbey, You’ll Love…” So under that premise, I downloaded the audio version and set my cruise control.
By the time I pulled into Wichita, I had listened to half the book. I was disappointed, but optimistic that the plot would thicken and the characters would develop on my return trip the next day. No such luck.
With each passing mile from Wichita to Sioux Falls, my disappointment continued to grow. The plot never thickened, which I could’ve forgiven if at least I had fallen in love with the characters. But no, all of the characters from the nobility to those in service were boring and flat. I found each of them one dimensional and mind-numbing.
I could see where someone would put it on the “Downton Lovers” list. It takes place at the turn of the century in London, with many of the same problems that came in that day and age. However, “Habits of the House” barely kept me until the end, let alone wanting to read the next two installments in the author’s series.