When you finish a book brimming over with excitement, feeling almost like you're about to pop, that's such a wonderful feeling and a very difficult one to top at that; but I think the way I feel at the end of Three Nights with a Scoundrel -- dreamy, content, rather like how I feel just sitting outside with my dogs on a nice day with a good book, or how I feel knitting in bed next to Rawles as we watch a sitcom -- tops that balloon handily. What a lovely book. What a lovely experience!
Lily and Julian were introduced separately and together in the very first book in the Stud Club Trilogy, One Dance with a Duke (I had to look that up, as I'm still calling it Cinderella Duke in my head, hahaha. MY JOKES ARE HILARIOUS, HOW DARE U), and it's Julian's quest to solve the mystery of Lily's brother Leo's untimely death that really ties the three books together. We've seen him in both of the preceding books, irritating the hell out of both Spencer and Rhys, but also showing himself to be a pretty stand-up guy underneath all the purposeful nettling, so it comes as no surprise (but as an absolute delight regardless) to see how thoroughly this decency goes through him, for all the ills he's done and done knowingly. The real gift, then, is to at last see Lily through her own eyes.
We'd seen little of Lily in the previous books; all we really knew of her is that she's deaf, she's of very noble blood, she's VERY kind, and Julian is soooooo in love with her, hot dang. Dude is like flipping his pancakes all over the kitchen whenever she so much as blinks in his general direction. But also like, can you blame him? When Lily is SO WONDERFUL??? I love love LOVE Lily, and I was so delighted with how very real and layered she is. There was a little fear, yes, that she might be nothing more than a passive receptacle for Julian's love, an object for his torment to be centered upon, that is: the sort of thing a thousand other romances and a thousand other acclaimed literary masterpieces have done before, that is: B-A-R-F. But fortunately for my digestive system and your delicate nerves (presumed) I can safely say this book is not even one teensy weensy fraction of an iota vomitrocious. Lily is, like Julian, afforded very real complexities, complexities that she is expected either to hide or not to acknowledge by society. Her deafness causes discomfort and pity in people who cannot or choose not to recognize her deafness as an aspect of her person instead of the defining aspect of her person, and -- already a rather retiring person, someone who prefers to read or to have intimate conversations than to engage in public, impersonal society -- it's this that has caused her to recede so. No one expects her to be independent; no one believes her capable of it. So a great deal of Three Nights with a Scoundrel is devoted to Lily's slowly and carefully exerting herself, to Lily casting aside concerns for a society she's hardly socialized with, and this carries through, too, to the central romance.
Obviously, Lily is as utterly nose over toes for Julian as he is for her, like OBVS, and as with the previous two books in the Stud Club Trilogy, equality within romance and marriage is stressed. It's Lily who pushes Julian, Lily who, at last realizing the true nature of her feelings for Julian and realizing too that she doesn't want to pass up this chance to do something with them, reaches out for Julian and grabs him and asks him to give up his charade of not caring for her as he does care for her. There is no sacrifice of dignity. She isn't shamed for being sheltered; she isn't punished either by Julian or by the narrative. While her privilege is acknowledged, and she is gently corrected when she forgets the real significance of her circumstances, she's never -- I don't know how to phrase it exactly. She's never taken down for it. Julian never uses her as a sort of stand in for his very justified resentment of nobility and the class system. She's benefited from her birth, yes, and Dare never loses sight of this -- the criticism of class that began in Cinderella Duke and carried through Two Something Something on the Moor? Is That What It's Called? I Remember Romance Novels by the OTPs, Sorry comes to the forefront with Three Nights with a Scoundrel (thank God I've got the book's title right up there for reference) -- but there's no ugly passage where Julian equates Lily herself with, for example, the nobleman who uhhhhhhHHHH, SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER.
THAT WAS A REALLY WEIRD AND UNINTENTIONAL DIGRESSION!!! What I actually meant to write about is how wonderfully and beautifully equal Julian and Lily are. Due to Julian's circumstances growing up, he's very intimate with deafness, deaf culture, and sign language, and this is used, again, wonderfully, not as a means to make Julian into some perfect, rescuing hero come to lift Lily out of the squalor of her disability, etc., but as a -- again, I'm unsure of how to put it, but I suppose it's kind of like, it's a thing that ties them together. He doesn't rescue her, but he helps her, as Lily does not rescue Julian (from his hatred, his desire for revenge, etc.) but instead helps him. What this book does best, among the many things it does very well, is show how very well Lily and Julian work together. They're friends, first and foremost, and they're in love, and their love doesn't lead them to do awful things to each other or to make awful demands; it gives them each the strength they need to make compromises, to make sacrifices, to give not because they were asked by the other to give but because they want to, because they love. I very much appreciated how much time was devoted to showing how close Lily and Julian are even before they start smooching, and how their relationship's progress is charted carefully, with great intimacy and kindness, before they fall into bed together. Lust isn't the driving force here; love is.
(This is not me saying I don't have time for stories where people bang a lot and then fall in love, because YO, I have SO MUCH TIME for those. It's just that I liked how very well executed this particular story was and how it emphasized this preexisting respect and love between Lily and Julian.)
The resolution of the overarching mystery was also very well done, I thought, without me spoiling THAT, too, hahaha. Not everything happens for a reason; there isn't always a greater purpose to every act. The real reason is in how you respond to what's happened -- not why a thing happened, but what you make of it after it's happened.
MAJOR SPOILERS AFTER THIS PART!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I do have to second my girlf's request for a book about Peter Faraday's adventures -- YO, I AM REAL MESSED UP EMOTIONALLY OVER PETER AND LEO, and just, dang, I don't know, I'm upset that 1/2 of the gay couple is dead but I'm also really pleased with how Dare approaches queerness, that it isn't something Wrong or Shameful -- and also like, maybe he could get a second chance at love? And I ALSO want the book where scandalous, clever single mother Claudia reenters society and finds true love, maybe with a younger dude? Yeah. I'M DOWN W/ THAT.