This book was soft and delightful. It felt like a hug. Not a fix-all-the-world’s-wrongs warm hug like a Rainbow Rowell, but I’ve never been too picky about my hugs. It’s hard to have a well-intentioned bad hug, and this book really has the best of intentions. It’s sweet – it’s just also kind of forgettable. Our protagonist (I’d argue he doesn’t really do enough to be considered an active hero) is Monty, a rascal of a lord’s son who is fated to inherit his father’s […]