Take that Jane Austen! Sand writes women with flaws and balls. Indiana's a sick virgin wimp at times, but then again she makes a couple of sea voyages, risks her reputation, and endures domestic violence. The central device is a love triangle - but this tired soap opera shtick is reinvigorated by Sand. I couldn't stop screaming at Indiana, booing Raymon and even pounding my feet on the couch at times. I highly recommend this book for lovers of George Eliot, Henry James and the Bronte sisters.