An entertaining minor book. In particular it has a suspense plot that's actually suspenseful, and with Folie, a charming heroine who has a gift for seeing the humor in everything (even in the middle of her wedding with a man she's sure hates her, a stray thought makes her smile) and a way with a quick word of reply that saves the situation multiple times. And everything about Robert playing the part of a charlatan-psychic was purely delightful.
The things I didn't so much love were what maddens me about 99% of romances (and yet I keep reading them). The hero hews too much to codes of romance-masculinity -- funny that we've reached a time when a heroine in the genre can be just about anything, but the requirements for a proper hero are far narrower, and therefore, necessarily, this limits the ways the two of them can interact too. Once again in My Sweet Folly, we have a hero who may be terrified inside, but must act with a properly manly hardness, which means hurting other people and frankly being a jerk; and who must be masterful and protective (even if he needs to overcome fears to do so); and who requires the heroine to be practically a genius to guess at his carefully hidden pain, and therefore forgive his jerk behavior. Admittedly, this book is a better-than-average specimen of its type, and the hero really does understand what's wrong with his behavior, but the fact remains that in the vast majority of romances, there is only a very narrow range of ways that a man can act and still be properly manly, and this book barely deviates from them. It also carries on the harmful myth of the vaginal orgasm as ultimate goal and sign of true love. Oh well, take the good with the bad and it's still enjoyable...
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