Seventeen-year-old Louisa Cosgrove thinks she’s been sent to be a companion. Instead, she’s in an asylum, but who’s to blame for signing her in? And why does the staff insist her name is Lucy Childs?
Usually I’m not one for historical fiction, but I’m easily swayed by promises of asylums and/or opium. Thus Wildthorn is my kind of historical, with mysterious fellow inmates, medical treatments, and social commentary. ‘Twould be more interesting if Louisa really was insane, and if breaking out wasn’t so easy. But still, a wonderful escapist romp of a read.