A married aristocratic woman succumbs to desire in this nineteenth-century English novel.
Lady Isabel Vane married for all the wrong reasons—only to one day find her lawyer husband neglecting her for another woman. Seething with jealousy, she leaves behind her husband and their child for the flirtatious Francis Levison. It’s a risk she takes willingly, but it comes with a heavy price that will lead her to the depths of despair and a quest for redemption.
A classic page-turner from the “sensation novel” trend in England, East Lynne plays upon the Victorian fears of infidelity, promiscuity, and divorce. A tale of disaster, disguise, and adultery, it continues to surprise readers today.
East Lynne made me cry.
I usually don’t cry. I hate crying. But this book made me cry. It is somewhat cheesy, but the human emotions are there.
A mother is led astray by a Catholic priest (Victorian England had a whole genre of books where the Catholics were the bad guys - heck, there were battles fought over religions).
The mother comes back and serves as governess to her children - a la Mrs. Doubtfire.
The book is a great read, just enjoy.