When I sat down to compile my best of/worst of list for 2021, Quinn’s books fell on both. I guess you will have to wait until the lists are published in a couple of weeks, but I will say that I credit the Bridgerton series with getting me out of my pandemic reading slump. They were just the page turners to yank me out of my anxiety jumbled brain.
Once I dispensed with the “main” books in the series, I had to hunt down all of the Whistledown books (only read one so far and it was a mixed bag) as well as the prequels. This book is the first, chronologically, of the Bridgerton prequels and centers around the family when Edmund was a young boy.
This first installation finds Edmund’s oldest sister, a typically unconventional Bridgerton lady, stuck on a roof after a failed attempt to rescue a cat. When the only person available to come to her aid is the seemingly stuck up eldest son of close family friends, the Rokesbys, well I guess you can figure out where this is headed.
All of the witty banter, “will they, won’t they” and steamy sexual tension a la Julia Quinn are here in spades. Honestly, as long as I can find delight in the two main love interests (and here I absolutely could) I’m good to go with any of Quinn’s books. Sometimes the “they love each other but they just don’t know it yet” trope can be a bit overdrawn but the blossoming realization that they both really enjoy one another’s company rolled out very nicely here. I have the other prequels in my TBR pile, so more Bridgerton for CBR14! Late to hop on the Bridgerton train, but riding it all the way to the station now.