El Dorado is one of the Pimpernel books upon which my beloved 1982 movie was based. Plot-wise it's one of the more complex novels to date with Orczy pulling out all the stops. Insta-love--er, I mean romance, honor, betrayal, clever schemes, more romance, more honor, and so on: this book pretty much has it all. It has too much of it, in fact, and kind of drags a bit as a consequence. Though I enjoyed it for the most part, I found myself skimming the repetitive inner monologues full of endless agonizing over love and honor and characters being in grave peril and whatnot. When all is said and done, I prefer the movie version of most of the events in the book.
Also, Armand St. Just is a ginormous stupidhead.
That is all.