The story immediately sucked me in. It was intriguing and interesting and it got me curious about her and about him, and why her uncle was sending out letters to all 15 men who had offered for her. That part was well told and hooked me, and 1st pages rarely interest me as much. Then we get to the men themselves, and 1 is aging and has nvr ben married but is with his whore, and details like that just go hand in hand with Judith McNaught. This is why I didn’t want to read her novels, bcuz of the slutty, classless details. Wen he 1st read the letter and immediately turned it away, I was very curious to learn about their history.
The scene in the past just kept going on and on, and I wondered when we’d be back at the present time. It seemed like it was going to go on and on. I didn’t like how she blamed the entire thing on him, saying he was the monster that had ruined her life, and thrust all of the blame on him, when she was certainly not blameless. I didn’t like her so much.
Because Thornton thinks she’s conceited and spoiled, she’s actually nice to her servants, pinches pennies, rides her horse in plain, outdated clothes, and buys food at the market. Of course. Of course she would be the exact opposite. It just makes me roll my eyes because it’s so contrived. I want to naturally like a character, not feel like the author is forcing me to. And this whole theme of being penniless, in debt, and having to do away with servants is getting really old. You can’t do the same theme in every book. The charming, quirky characters that serve her and choose to stay on and they’re loyal to her when they’re not to her parents or uncle or something is getting old. You can only do that so much without people getting tired of it.
The comment about if Elizabeth hadn’t been so alarmed by his proposal to meet her she would have stopped to wonder how and when Ian had become so familiar with Charise’s property and all its secluded haunts really rubbed me the wrong way. I really love how Judith McNaught always has the past mistresses meet up with the woman he gets with. It’s so romantic. This is why I don’t read McNaught’s books. She always hammers in that the man has slept with plenty of women and just thoroughly enjoyed it and I can’t stand it. I don’t know why you would want to just fawn over his sex life like it’s something to be happy about. It’s really twisted. Like who wants to know your husband had sex with countless women before you, and talk about it. I don’t wanna read about that crap. Just like Brenda Joyce, Christine Feehan, Sherrilyn Kenyon, and countless others, she’s just fascinated with his sex life, like it’s a hobby of his she can admire. It’s absolutely disgusting.
I don’t know what is up with McNaught and the italicization but I couldn’t go a page without something being italicized, and usually inappropriately so. That is way too much emphasis.
“She did not know this man at all.”
“I wish society felt that way.”
“You cannot imagine awful it is to mouth platitudes to people when you’re longing to ask them about things they’ve seen and things they know.”
Why are those italicized? Not 1 of those needed to be. It’s annoying and I’m getting exhausted from it all.
When they go to the cabin, which is the 2nd day they’ve seen each other, he’s saying they’re half in love with each other and says she’s going to marry him. What is the rush? It just ruined everything that she rushed the love in that soon.
As always, Judith McNaught knows just how to add humor to historical novels, which is what you rarely find. She comes up with historically accurate and hilarious, charming scenarios that you would never think to have happen. It was so funny when she’s deliberately turning the guys away by being the exact opposite of them.
She always has a significant age difference, and I really don’t like that. She’s 17 when she meets him, and he’s 27. That is way too old. Also, in here I feel like Lord Marchman was better suited for her. They both liked fishing, hunting and country life, and he was so sweet and endearing. It was cute how he stuttered and blushed when he talked to her, and said he wasn’t comfortable around women in courtship situations. That type of character is never created, and it would be nice to see them as a main character, but McNaught can only add them in as side characters, because her men always have to be man whores. I’ve also encountered this in another 1 of her books, where I thought another man was better suited for her, and I liked the side character more than the guy she actually gets with. That should not happen.
“Can’t say as I ever noticed you took the petticoat set in aversion,” he remarked, thinking of the women who’d warmed Ian’s bed in the last two years—some with titles of their own.”
WTF? This is why I don’t read her shit. She’s always gotta throw out comments like this and it raises my blood pressure to a dangerous level. I get so pissed off when women throw out comments about his past like this. And McNaught has no reservations whatsoever with the man sleeping with multiple women after he’s met her, and claimed he’s “half in love with her,” and she has no reservations with the man, who is married to her, going out and meeting his mistress for a little liaison. Thankfully, that doesn’t happen in here. Thanks for small favors. But WTF must you be thinking to have him sleep with God only knows how many women after he’s met her. That makes everything he said, did, or thought about her when they were together mean NOTHING. Way to freakin go. Now I hate him, I don’t like her, and I don’t even want them together. This is prime writing here, really romantic, sweet stuff. What a bunch of freakin shit.
Then Lucinda Throckmorton-Jones listens to the conversation between Jake and Ian, obviously hearing the part about Ian’s bed being warmed by women, which is plural, but not even commenting on it, choosing instead to focus on the part that Ian was tempted by Elizabeth. Also, she’s lured in by the knowledge that Ian is rightfully a marquees, so she wants Elizabeth to be with him because of that title. And the strict, prim and proper duenna endeavors to get them alone together for a few hours so Elizabeth will tempt him. Wow. Just wow. What kind of person overlooks the fact that the man has been with many women outside of marriage, is a rake and obviously has indulged in many liaisons with women after he claims to have wanted to marry someone. That’s really shitty. What kind of guardian wants their charge with a titled man so badly that she overlooks the fact that he’s slutting it up with women? God, what kind of crap is this? And another thing that gets on my nerves is the illegitimacy questions surrounding his birth. That has happened in every single one of her books that I’ve read. Would it kill u to come up with some different material? In here he’s not illegitimate, but he is a rightful heir to a dukedom. How nice. I guess that shows that the only good men are dukes, and anyone below that status is just scum.
Their moods ran hot and cold the entire time she was at his home in Scotland, and it was really setting me on edge. My nerves couldn’t take it the way they went from passionate and happy to mad and sarcastic. One second they would be laughing and getting on, the next he would get mad and walk off. She would either go after him or talk to him later as if nothing had happened, being nice to him after he’d treated her like crap.
“He was about to wed a beautiful, sensual woman who wanted him and who suited him perfectly.”
“He was technically betrothed, and to a beautiful woman who deserved better from him than this stupid preoccupation with Elizabeth Cameron.”
Wtf. WtF. WTF?! This is just rich. Not only did he sleep with women after her, he went and asked 1 to marry him, and he probably slept with her, hence the term sensual. God, I want to string together every cuss word I’ve ever heard of and yell it out.
I also hated the comment from Ian’s uncle about consoling “weeping young ladies who’d cast out lures in hopes Ian would come up to scratch.” Because I can just imagine what he did with all of them. And Elizabeth, like the idiot that she is, just laughs about it, like the idea of him with other women isn’t painful in the slightest. She just accepts the dalliances and flirtations he’s so skilled at and chalks it up to his age. She even tries to emulate his casual attitude about it all.
“Women found Ian almost irresistibly attractive, and as the vicar well knew, Ian had never felt morally compelled to decline what was freely and fragrantly offered to him. In the past, however, Ian had always treated the women who fell into his arms with a combination of amused tolerance and relaxed indulgence. To his credit, even after he lost interest in the female, he continued to treat her with unfailing charm and courtesy, regardless of whether she was a village maid or an earl’s daughter.”
Aw, well isn’t that just sweet. The poor guy gets hounded by women throwing themselves at him for his irresistible good looks but takes it all in stride. He uses them and he’s not discriminate; he sleeps with everyone and anyone and never says no, and once he’s done he’s still nice to them. Gosh, that is just so sweet! You’re right; that is to his credit. Wtf.
I hate how all the men in her books have these sad-sack pasts that are designed to make us pity him. His parents die and he bottles up his emotions and sends his dog cruelly away, which is another black mark against him for how he treated that poor thing. Like aw, he had a sad past but found solace and companionship with hoards of women who liked his handsome looks.
I’m sure it was supposed to be sweet when he said the weekend in England had never been forgotten, and that he remembered her all this time, but it wasn’t, not in any stretch of the imagination. You don’t have someone meet someone “special and rare,” someone they claim they’re half in love with, someone they propose marriage to, then have them sleep with God only knows how many women, then have him propose to someone else, and then have him say a dumb line like that, because it means absolutely nothing. Sorry, but you ruined your own story. It’s not sweet; it’s a freakin tragedy.
Another overused theme of hers is that the woman is forgiving to a fault, accepting and pretty much a mercenary. I’m so sick of that. She forgives him everything he does, chalks it up to being his fault, and overlooks his barbs and insults and just takes it. Her women are like doormats, letting the man step on her and walk all over her and just say down for more.
Another thing that is a common theme of hers is to have the man be verbally abusive. She puts her down purposely, insults her, mocks her, and shoots her down, and the woman just puts up with it, not even standing up for herself, or barely at all, instead acting like forgiving angels whose solemn duty is to forgive people of all sins. Also, the women are always disagreeable to the marriage. There’s always a problem that happens to make the woman not want to marry him, yet she does anyway, like she has no backbone whatsoever.
McNaught just loves the naïve, stupid virgin, and I can’t stand it. In here Elizabeth thinks she knows how to make children, that the husband kisses the wife in bed and it hurts the first time. So she’s saying Ian kisses were bruising at times. And when he suggests they retire to their rooms for the wedding night she thinks he’s sleepy and suggests he go up without her. Funny? No. Not even close. Naiveté is never a good quality. It’s just stupid, and I can’t take a stupid character. It’s not funny; it’s not cute; it’s annoying.
I don’t know if McNaught was off her game or what, but the romance was completely lacking. Their wedding night was over in a few seconds, and there were barely any details at all. It was a rushed job in my opinion. Then every time after that it was brushed over, like “he made love to her all throughout the night,” or “over the next week he showed her how much he loved her” or something like that. In a romance book I do not want the actual romance to be bypassed.
McNaught seems to have to prove something in every one of her characters. She has her women be forgiving, “witty,” intelligent, rare, whatever that means, and her men are smart, rich, and good at reading and calculating, like they have to be this way in order to be acceptable. And how cool. They have this totally inane scene where Elizabeth learns that Ian can read really fast and he can add long figures in his head. How, what was the word Ian used about Elizabeth? Thrifty. Why is that even in here? Just because he can add large sums in his head and read quickly doesn’t make me like him.
In the end there’s always something to break the characters apart, some fight, some deception and lie and betrayal, and the man turns cold and angry and turns to drinking, thing she left him. And in here, just like the other books, McNaught switches things around to where instead of her being hurt and betrayed, he is. Even though he shipped her brother off to another country and didn’t tell her, it’s him that feels betrayed. So then she’s the one that has to apologize and beg for forgiveness. Okayy. So everything he did is suddenly forgiven and forgotten just because she ran away from a liar? That’s messed up. And Elizabeth is just distraught thinking he believes she cheated on him. HELLO, he’s in the wrong here!
Ian seems to have forgotten all about him fearing she would learn the truth about what he’d done to her brother. He’s acting the angry husband, thinking his wife cheated on him. And I got really annoyed with the cold, angry looks he kept giving her. Did he forget that there was a possibility she learned the truth? God, that was so irritating. Her men always turn cold and angry and turn to drinking. Come up with something new.
At the council to determine Ian’s fate for the “murder” of her and her brother, Elizabeth pretends to be the vain, materialistic wife, and while funny, it was just ridiculous. She tried this stupid act to help Ian once before when he was accused of cheating. It was ridiculous then and it’s even more ridiculous now. Do you expect me to believe that an entire roomful of educated men are falling for her insipid act? That’s unrealistic and stupid. You can’t fall back on the “witty and amusing” act every time.
Elizabeth is a freaking idiot. She’s stammering and pleading, saying she’ll do anything to atone for it and he tells her to shut up. There goes that verbal abuse I was talking about. He threatens her by saying he’ll claim adultery, and she says she hasn’t done that, and he says “maybe not, but you’ll have a hell of a time proving you haven’t done something. I’ve had some experience in that area.” Yeah, remind me of his past sex lie, cuz that’s just making me hate him more. Idk what she’s trying to do with injecting those sordid comments; it’s like she wants her audience to dislike him.
The book was so long and dragged out I just wanted to be rid of it by the last hundred pages or so. The epilogue was fast-forwarded about 6 years, and I hate when authors have too much time pass. This book just sucked, and that’s all I can really say about it. It would have been a good, sweet story had all the bullcrap been left out, but sadly Judith McNaught has to slam his sexual past in there to where I just hate the guy and don’t think he’s good for her. And I don’t know why she would choose to have Ian engaged to someone else, and have Elizabeth not find out about it. She never learned that he had asked sum1 else to marry him, and she never knew she had kissed him and everything when he was engaged to that person. That’s so wrong it isn’t even funny. I will never read another one of her novels.
There were quite a few phrases that were historically inaccurate, such as warning bells were going off in her head.
“Oh my god.”
“ax-murderer.” Really? You think the reference to an ax murderer was out in the 1800s?
Cold-blooded murderer.
Namby-pamby
Hoity-toity
heaping more fuel on the situation—rewording “adding more fuel to the fire” doesn’t make it suitable for the time
calling the horse a piece of living glue
gaze boring holes in her back
water under the bridge
made a mental note
falling head over heels
slip of a girl
reading between the lines
freak
loose screw (as in crazy person)
the grapevine (being a method of talking among the servants)