His Wild Heart

I’ll admit, I side-eyed the ‘Virtual Voice’ credit at first—no human narrator? But within chapters, I realized this book *needed* that mechanical edge. Alexandra’s journey is one of calculated defiance, and the narration’s slight robotic smoothness underscores her emotional armor. That said, during the rare tender moments (like the scene where she braids her hair with Cheyenne beads for the first time), I craved more warmth in the delivery. The production is otherwise flawless, with crisp audio that lets French’s razor-sharp dialogue shine—particularly the barbs exchanged between Alexandra and the smug cavalry officer who assumes she’s ‘rescuable.’ The story’s pacing is its masterstroke. French lingers on the mundane—skinning rabbits, mending moccasins—to ground the epic stakes in reality. When violence erupts (and it does, brutally), it’s not glorified; it’s treated as a grim transaction of frontier life. My only critique? The secondary characters sometimes blur together, especially the Cheyenne women, whose voices could’ve used more distinction. But Alexandra’s arc—from disillusioned society wife to a woman who wields a knife as deftly as a witty retort—is worth every minute. This isn’t a love story about taming the West; it’s about a woman who realizes the West was never wild enough for *her*.