Ah, Gothic romance novels. Dark and stormy nights, curses, ghosts, witches, innocent maidens, dark broody lords. This is not the sort of thing one should find boring. And yet, The Shadows of Stormclyffe Hall is so predictable and so boring. To add insult to injury, that cover is the hottest thing about the book. I had to look at the Goodreads summary to refresh my memory about the character names. So Jane, an American graduate student, is obsessed with Stormclyffe Hall and is writing her […]