Naughty in Nice took Georgie’s character developments in a great new direction and highlighted the fact that she’s really made giant leaps since the beginning of the series. I always love it when characters progress. We also see some changes in her family circumstances and the formation of important new social connections for Georgie. However, “Wherefore art thou, Darcy?” was my first thought when I realized that Darcy was pretty much MIA for 99% of Naughty in Nice. As a Darcy fan (who doesn’t like Darcy?) I felt his absence rather keenly.
On the other hand, it was refreshing for the story to depart from the question of “will they, won’t they?” that had dominated much of the previous books. Not only did we see Georgie becoming more adventurous and outspoken while exploring other romantic options (which was fun and a welcome development for her character), but it also allowed Georgie to spend some much needed time with her mother and other older and more experienced ladies that surely did her a world of good. It’s really nice to see her flighty mother take a more active role in her life, rather than flitting away immediately as she used to do – I hope we’ll see more of Georgie’s mummy being a mother in later books. And as someone who’d been wishing that Georgie could finally get some decent clothes and food, I cannot describe how much I LOVED her hanging around Chanel and coming away with Chanel gowns. Perhaps we can now have a slightly upgraded and slightly less socially-embarrassing Georgie? Provided Queenie doesn’t burn any of those new gowns, I suppose.
If it wasn’t evident from the above, fashion and flirting with the cool crowd on the Riviera was a lovely break from the remote locations with limited festivities and a great new step for our heroine. Seeing Georgie learning to mingle was really the best part of Naughty in Nice, and the silver-lining from the Darcy shortage was new suitors, even if they were only temporary. I almost wish Jean Paul, he of the suspicious motivations and silver tongue, could have hung around, but the love-triangle hater in me approved of the outcome and the brief glimpse of a jealous Darcy was well worth it. Surely he should be taught that Georgie’s not that easy?
All this fun, fashion and flirting has its drawbacks, however, and what suffered here was the actual mystery. There was little time to focus on the mystery of who stole the snuffbox and it was really conveniently found in the end. Worse, it was close to half the book before the murder took place, and by then it had little impact other than to give Georgie a sense of urgency to remove herself from the useless detective’s suspect list. There is also a little family secret for Georgie that is introduced out of the blue at the end and just as quickly bundled off, so that it feels like and unnecessary throwaway tidbit. You win some, you lose some, I guess. The mystery fan in me hopes there’ll be a better balance in the next installment, combined with further developments for Georgie’s character, her relationship with Darcy and her family circumstances that had begun to head in a positive new direction with this book.