skygiants: Beatrice from Much Ado putting up her hand to stop Benedick talking (no more than reason)
So there was a period of time last month when I was capable of doing not much of anything except wheezing on my sickbed and reading library e-copies of historical romance novels on my Kindle.

Over those two days or so, I read:

1. The entirety of the Brothers Sinister series by Courtney Milan as published so far, which currently consists of two novellas and a novel )

2. What Happens in London, by Julia Quinn, which is probably the most hilariously plotless romance novel ever )

3. His at Night, by Sherry Thomas, which did not have as many hijinks as I wanted )

As a sidenote, I am sure this is something that the romance novel-reading community has come to terms with well before I did, but it never fails to be hilarious to me how little the titles of romance novels have to do with their actual content. What Happens in London is my new favorite, though, because, as I have explained, NOTHING HAPPENS IN LONDON. NOTHING.
skygiants: Princess Tutu, facing darkness with a green light in the distance (eyebrows of inquiry)
Since my absentee ballot never arrived, today I took an early-morning bus down to Philadelphia to vote! Now I am sitting in 30th Street Station, tired but aglow with virtuous citizenship.

Anyway. That being done, I think it is time to stick my head in the sand for the rest of the day and post about the fluffiest thing I have read recently, Julia Quinn's A Night Like This, which I picked up in desperation from the cheap airport bookstore when I realized I was out of reading material on the flight home from DragonCon.

This is a Regency romance novel with a plot that goes something like this:

HERO: I've been away from home because of my Dark Past, WHO IS THIS STRANGE AND SEXY LADY?
HEROINE: I am your cousins' governess! I also have a Dark Secret.
HERO: If you wanted you could also be . . . my GIRLFRIEND. In defiance of social mores and all that but this is a fluffy Regency so who cares about those!
HEROINE: I care about those, because yes, on the one hand, you're very hot, on the other hand, I could lose my job, so please go away.
HERO: I can't go away. I love my cute little cousins. I have to spend EVERY DAY around my cute little cousins. For REASONS.
COUSINS: . . . you never loved us that much before we got a hot governess. We're just saying.
HEROINE: >.<
(THE PLOT: I'm here! I involve, like, a villain and a murder plot and REVENGE and kidnapping and all kinds of dramatic stuff, but you'd never know it from the first three-quarters of the book.
REGENCY MORES: We are also here! But you'd never know it from the last quarter of the book when everyone's like "sure, follow your heart I guess!" and nobody actually cares.)

So predictably, I did not care about the plot, but I was fully entertained by all the fluffy wacky family hijinks to do with governessing and the cousins, including The One Who Wants To Be A Great Playwright and The One Who Wants To Be A Unicorn.

Equally predictably I had very little patience for the hero, because a dude who sticks around when a lady has made it very clear that it would negatively impact her life for him to stick around is not a dude who gets a lot of respect from me.

This sort of seems to be a pattern when I read historical romance novels that are not written by Georgette Heyer, but on the other hand my sample size is I think about two? So I'm still keeping my mind open!

(Okay, that are not written by Georgette Heyer or by [personal profile] qian.)

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