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Soulless by Gail Carriger:
Miss Terabotti had resigned herself to spinsterhood long ago. After all, she was well past her shelf-life, tan, dark eyed, large nosed and, gasp, half Italian. She was also outspoken, acerbic and had a temper. She was also, incidentally, soulless (but tended to try to keep that sin quite secret, at least from her family).
Her life had fallen into a fairly comfortable routine until a starving vampire attempted to dine on her. Alas for the vampire, he hadn't realized she was soulless, soulless beings having the ability, with a mere touch, to render supernatural creatures normal for the length of time the physical contact lasted.
Miss Terabotti hadn't really meant to kill the poor starving creature, just to convince him she was not food (or at least that he might have asked her politely if he could sip a bit). However, as all too often happens, fate stepped in. The vampire ended up dead and she ended up having to face the wrath of the Earl of Woolsey (who is in charge of policing the supernatural creatures in London proper) and who incidentally is a were-wolf.
The book is light-hearted and fun, and a hilarious farce regarding Victorian manners and 'acceptable' behaviour in a world where the supernatural has come out of the night and been regulated for the greater good. Or has it been?
Highly recommended for anyone looking for a great light read.
Miss Terabotti had resigned herself to spinsterhood long ago. After all, she was well past her shelf-life, tan, dark eyed, large nosed and, gasp, half Italian. She was also outspoken, acerbic and had a temper. She was also, incidentally, soulless (but tended to try to keep that sin quite secret, at least from her family).
Her life had fallen into a fairly comfortable routine until a starving vampire attempted to dine on her. Alas for the vampire, he hadn't realized she was soulless, soulless beings having the ability, with a mere touch, to render supernatural creatures normal for the length of time the physical contact lasted.
Miss Terabotti hadn't really meant to kill the poor starving creature, just to convince him she was not food (or at least that he might have asked her politely if he could sip a bit). However, as all too often happens, fate stepped in. The vampire ended up dead and she ended up having to face the wrath of the Earl of Woolsey (who is in charge of policing the supernatural creatures in London proper) and who incidentally is a were-wolf.
The book is light-hearted and fun, and a hilarious farce regarding Victorian manners and 'acceptable' behaviour in a world where the supernatural has come out of the night and been regulated for the greater good. Or has it been?
Highly recommended for anyone looking for a great light read.
