Note: This review contains spoilers of the oft-cited Diana Gabaldon novel Outlander. Read that review, too!
I thought my Outlander days were over. Then one day I picked up a little 900-page historical romance called Into the Wilderness, and I quickly realized that history repeats itself.
Into the Wilderness follows the adventures of Elizabeth Middleton as she makes the shift from a spinster’s life in England to life on the American frontier, circa 1792. Her simple role as teacher pf the village children is complicated by her burgeoning feminist leanings, conflicts with slave owners, and increasing “entanglement” with the mysterious Nathaniel Bonner. Nathaniel, despite being Scottish or something (I wasn’t really paying attention), has been raised Mohawk. This automatically makes him appealing in a dangly-silver-earring, rough-around-the-edges, knows-how-to-scalp-someone sort of way. The story follows their exploits, as unpredictable and far-flung as the wilderness itself! (Spoiler: They fall hopelessly in love. And we all know how love leads to such standard scenarios as inter-familial feuding, plots to break into jail, and secret meetings involving waterfalls and bearskins. Classic.) Continue reading