Bridgerton Series (#2)
Synopsis1814 promises to be another eventful season, but not, this author believes, for Anthony Bridgerton, London's most elusive bachelor, who has shown no indication that he plans to marry.And in truth, why should he? When it comes to playing the consummate rake, nobody does it better...--Lady Whistledown's Society Papers, April 1814But this time, the gossip columnists have it wrong. Anthony Bridgerton hasn't just decided to marry--he's even chosen a wife! The only obstacle is his intended's older sister, Kate Sheffield--the most meddlesome woman ever to grace a London ballroom. The spirited schemer is driving Anthony mad with her determination to stop the betrothal, but when he closes his eyes at night, Kate is the woman haunting his increasingly erotic dreams...Contrary to popular belief, Kate is quite sure that reformed rakes do notmake the best husbands--and Anthony Bridgerton is the most wicked rogue of them all. Kate is determined to protect her sister--but she fears her own heart is vulnerable. And when Anthony's lips touch hers, she's suddenly afraid she might not be able to resist the reprehensible rake herself...from Goodreads
After reading The Duke and I, my heart craved for more historical romance. The type that gets the reader sucked in so deep, that when interrupted from their daze, they turn into a crazed insomniac hormonal being. Though the viscount who loved me gave me some of those urges to turn into a crazed insomniac hormonal being, I kept my cool.
The viscount who loved me, the second edition to the Bridgerton series, was a much more pleasant read than the Duke and I; which felt so much like a drag compared to this one. The second book was a lot more enthralling and funny. I laughed out loud on many occasions, and would get complaints from my mother to put the book down during lunch. You know the book you're reading is really good when your mom asks you to stop reading at the dinner table.
Having that one book to welcome you with open arms into it's wonderful world of fiction is the best feeling ever, and the viscount who loved me, partially gave me that experience. No, I did not fall asleep hugging this book with all my might during the night, though I did feel that the book was truly unputdownable, and the writing made it easy enough for me to pick up where I left off and go back into the wonderful fictional world of the times in London during the 1800's, with the Bridgertons.
Enthralling, humorous, and is a definite page-turner. Recommended to those who enjoys reading historical romance, and to those who enjoy the beauty of the balls and the scenery of London during the 1800's,
Why are there photos of me reading The Viscount Who Loved Me, you may ask. I wanted to try out something new, and because taking photos and editing them are one of my enjoyable pass-times.
Here I am, enjoying the last few chapters of the book, while sitting in my usual reading spot on my bed and in my comfy clothes.. I was very very very deep into the book