I’m a little late to the parade on this book, as it was first published in 2002. I have had it for over a year, and have refused to read it. Why? Because..I knew I would love it. And I do.I was saving it for a special occasion. Instead of the special occasion, I waited till my hubbies band practice. I look forward to these events like pneumonia. Mostly because I have to clean my house, become a host (of sorts) and actually have conversations with strangers who look at the odd assortment of museum type things we have hanging on the wall and random scads of unusual things no sane or grown up would have.And I can smile and nod a lot when I need to, or explain the origin of the African masks or huge metal lions. And, as long as no one brings a spouse or girlfriend I have to entertain, it ends up being an excellent event, once I adjust to it, make food,cookies and burn incense, and muddle thorough the snarky comments about the 3,000 paperback romances I have in my library. I love it because they play jazz. Plus there is a violin and sometimes it is just magical. A perfect time, (after all above is finished) to sit down and read a book.(If I do not have any spouses or girlfriends to attend to.)
Julia Quinn’s Romancing Mr. Bridgerton was my choice, and I am happy that it was…
This is book four in a series. I have read another of this series but since I failed to post it on Goodreads and it was a few years in the past, I guess it won’t count.
This book is so adorable you want to take it and squeeze it’s cheeks. Penelope Featherton is very likable in so many ways, you fall in love with her by the second page. Colin is just the kind of man a young girl would swoon for, and more than once, he broke my heart along with Penelope’s, as the journey to find them a HEA strolls along. This book is a keeper.
Of course, it was slightly over the top silly. To think gentlemen would hang out and gossip with the ladies is a little bit nonsensical. But, that is how all Julia’s books are. Maybe she knows more about the English than I pretend to know. I just know men. I can’t see them eating buttered biscuits and listening to ladies gossip no matter how many sandwiches are on the table….. Wait…. I don’t mean to suggest “I know men” as in lots of men in compromising ways, positions and such..although… what a spin I could take on this if I did Ahem. … anyway…
I also found quite a bit of repetition. As in Penelope’s thoughts & Colin’s thoughts ran together and no one noticed that they plowed through thoughts and feelings that were the same,from one chapter to the next.. more than once. It bugged me. I have the 2002 version of this book if that is a reference point. Twice, I caught it, but then again, maybe it was supposed to be that way. I does not make this book any less wonderful, romantic and happy. If you need cheering up, this is your remedy. It is sweet and kind and gentle and all the things you like to read too escape…. if that is what you are doing. If I was in jail, and some people were going to shank me… or if I was afraid it would happen, I totally would read this book to cheer myself up.
J.Quinn wrote a very good story. A swoon worthy character , Colin (although I think he whined a little too much… and was maybe overly insecure about his abilities and his writings) was romantic and charming.. (sorry Colin, but you are charming.) And handsome. The kind of person you really would like to meet. The whine kinda threw the “I Love Colin” love potion out the window a few times, but it came back eventually. Penelope was just so real in her feelings and I had a deep respect for her ability to not run out of the room every time someone said something terrible to her. I wanted to run… More than once. I am glad she stuck to her guns. Good girl, that Penelope.. I like her.
Now.. If I want to be more..critical, and I do, because I love this book so much that I like to run it through my head a few times trying to find some flaw in perfection, Quinn went overboard on just how sadly everyone felt about poor Penelope. If the image on the inside of the cover was any indication.
she was a beautiful girl, but throughout the book, no one saw her… she was invisible in her plain jane ways. No one. And you were constantly reminded of this. Penelope reminded us, her mother reminded us, Colin reminded us, the list goes sadly on.. I guess we readers would not start seeing her inner beauty if it was not brought up enough. I give this a 5/5 stars because everyone deserves a hit record and this, Julia is yours. I could not put it down. What an enchanting story. I am sure I am not the only one who feels a little Penelope lives within us all.