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Truly, this book is basically the embodiment of the iconic Taylor Swift lyric And I scream, 'For whatever it's worth, I love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?'

"Good-bye, self control. We barely knew ye."

"She nodded with her jaw set....Though he could understand her feelings, it was a shame to masculinize those lovely features."

That feeling when you're reading a book set thousands of years in the future and then 1980 comes and slaps you in the face.

Heh! "Had to be the fact she hadn't had sex in almost two and a half years. No other reason at all."
Drink.

I don't know about you, but I have a bone to pick with this title.

Oh! His *name* is Duke. I was totally reading that as a title.

"He stopped before her. No. This was more problematic than that."
Well. That's certainly true. Just not in the way that you're meaning, Mr Scottish Duke.

"Damn it. It had been too long since he'd been with a woman."
Drink.

3 books away from my 2019 goal. In the last month of the year. I decide to start a book with 544 pages. Not my cleverest move.

"Million-to-one chances," she said, "crop up nine times out of ten."
Granny Weatherwax. Classic line.

"Mrs Whitlow was giving her the sort of look generally used by puppies when they're not sure what to expect next, and are beginning to worry that it may be the rolled-up newspaper."

"The storm walked around the hills on legs of lightning, shouting and grumbling."

This ending is the way the world should be, instead of the way the world is, and it hurts my heart. I 200% adore this book and it's getting five stars, come at me bookclub.

"It's trash turtles all the way down." Lololol!

Grrrrrrlll. You are a lawyer and a successful author who owns all the rights to her work. Put on your Big Girl Pants and tell the publisher to go fuck themselves, and while you're at it, fire your assistant. How did you let it get this far????

Ysabell!

"DARK IN HERE, ISN'T IT?"
Iconic.

Ooo, heroine sleeps with someone who is not the hero. Interesting choice, book.

Prince Alvarr: transports to Scotland, is there for five minutes, jumps to wild conclusions about the heroine, calls her a harlot, and refuses to talk to her about it.
Me: Alvarr, my man. Slow your roll. You've known this chick ten days. Maybe ask her a question or two before you start being DEEPLY INSULTING.

Keir: *proposes after having been in a relationship for roughly a week*
Me: Keir, my man, you need to slow your roll.

"Addicting her to it [sex], to him, sounded even better." pg 27

Addicting used in it's correct form.

Okay, once you get used to the fact that she's a bit of a ninny and he's a bit of a dickhead, it's not that bad? I mean, it's not good, but I am now finding it quite readable? How did this happen?

Look, I understand being flustered the first time you interact with someone you find attractive. But that should only be initially, and then your brain reasserts itself. Come on, girl.

Oh god, I'm only five chapters in and I hate pretty much everything about this book already. They've barely interacted, but they can't stop picturing each other naked. The business woman with no business plan. All French people are rude and mean. Kill me.

Oh wow, we just head hopped into Wentworth's pov! I had no idea Austen showed us both sides. She really did pioneer the genre, didn't she.

Damn, looks like I was wrong about him being a secret super spy. Turns out he just a super amazing chef instead.

I still maintain this could just be a cover.

So I thought this would be fine to read in public, because I've seen the movie, but I can already tell this needs to be an at home book.

Romance trope I loathe: Omg he is sooooo hot I literally cannot form sentences yet he is still singling me out in a room full of interesting and attractive people for some reason.
No, book. No. A man running for president is not going to be intrigued by some random 22 year old who is so flustered and awestruck by him that she can't even have a proper conversation. Do better.

Hugo: I NEVER EVER talk about the Folorn Hope. I've never told anybody EVER.
Gwen (a virtual stranger): Tell me.
Hugo: (immediately discloses every details)
Yarna: Lol, wat?