The Season by Sophia Holloway – a lovely Regency novel of misunderstandings, deep feelings and gentle humour

The Season by Sophia Holloway
Anyone who has read any books set in the Regency period, or seen a drama set in the time frame, will know that “The Season” is when young women are introduced to society and potential husbands by older women. In the case of Henrietta, the main protagonist of this novel, as her mother died many years before, she is to be introduced by Lady Elstead along with her own daughter Caroline. From the first, her ladyship has compiled a list of suitors that would be worthy of Henrietta, who will be a significant heiress as well as a beautiful woman. Understandably she has more ambition for her own daughter, and like any other sponsoring lady she has a few ideas of how to effect the best introductions and give the girls the best chance. Henrietta has been brought up with her father and his godson, the slightly older and local Lord Charles Henfield. While she always treated him as a brother, it is possible that they have both developed feelings for each other that go beyond the sibling relationship, but neither can really articulate that before the Season begins. As in many books in this genre, misunderstandings and mistakes occur, but Henrietta is an original and unusual heroine who speaks her mind, and there is so much humour and feeling in this book, I was really pleased to have the opportunity to read and review this novel.
Holloway has done an excellent job setting very real and relatable people in a carefully drawn and accurate setting. Not that the immense amount of research behind this novel ever stalls or slows the narrative; Holloway is aware of the alternative attractions of the Season apart from set piece balls and parties, the less formal meetings that can have a real impact on budding relationships. Not that she keeps all the focus on the female characters and their progress; Holloway draws excellent pictures of the men who turn up in London at this time, showing various levels of enthusiasm for the possibilities of finding a wife. Like Henrietta in her secret feelings from the beginning of the novel, Charles feels a little at sea in a situation that he ought to be comfortable with based on his age and experience. Caroline’s story is by turns funny and heartfelt, innocent and surprising, affecting various generations and participants in the social whirl of the intense time of social interactions.
I thought this was a lovely story, right from Henrietta’s initial nervousness at going to London as a new experience, but also leaving her beloved father and all she has ever known. I liked the way that she didn’t realise how different and therefore attractive she was in her honest reactions to the attentions of the men around her. Her loyalty to her friend is touching, amidst all her own secret feelings for one person and her confusion about what is happening. She is trying to be grown up and appear confident but is so well drawn as really nervous of what she is doing. Charles is at sea for much of the novel but takes advice from some surprising sources and is willing to act for everyone’s advantage. This is a really enjoyable, sometimes surprising, always lovely read, and I thoroughly recommend it as a satisfying historical romance in so many ways.