This was interesting to read as the "Fifty Shades" of its time, especially since it doesn't seem as if best-selling love stories have changed all that much in almost a hundred years. (Except, thankfully, for the overt racism; I held out hope for awhile that this book might be about racist characters without being racist in itself, but nope. It's pretty offensive.) It's an exciting story, written in a an easy, accessible style that is still rich with atmospheric detail. If I didn't have access to better and saner romances, that didn't scream "Stockholm Syndrome" to me quite so much, I probably would have enjoyed it more. There's such a strong D/s vibe -- Diana even calls her captor by a title, Monsigneur -- I have to wonder how much it was deliberate.