The rise and fall of a Texas cotton family cursed with success and tragedy in equal measures.
I was SO excited to dig into Roses. I love me a good epic melodrama, and I was hoping for something along the lines of Douglas Sirk’s Written on the Wind, a favorite movie of mine. Sadly, I was disappointed and gave up about 175 pages into it for lack of interest. There wasn’t enough drama or sweep or passion or grandeur. I wanted more society and intrigue, and less cotton pickin’ cotton picking.