A Cardinal Sin, by Eugene Sue,a 19th century French novelist, felt like a sermon disguised as a story centred around the lives of two young lovers growing up in the poverty of 19th-century France.
The pace of the plot is too fast for my liking and I was somehow left feeling like Sue just scrapped at the surface of the book; I did not get much depth. Well, maybe that’s me.
The train wreck and the deaths which occurred at Versailles did not move me that much ; the diction there felt too luke-warm to drive me to tears.
In his brisk manner though, Sue tried to put across this story of perseverance and romance, centering on avarice, one of the Cardinal Sins.