I cannot say no to a book that has, like. That brilliant description of HH watching the battle from land and Hornblower thinking that this is the last time he'll ever see the sea and hand-holding in the carriage and Hornblower's WRITHING GUILT at Bush being crippled now and Marie and cuddling by the Loire and OMG.

Also, the galloping pain fo the ending, where Hornblower is thinking about Dead Sea fruit.

Lord H (God, that sounds uncomfortably like Preparation H) is like Pain Between Paperback Covers for me. I still get bawly when H is wandering around his room the night of Caudebec and feeling lonely. :///