The Secrets of Sir Richard Kenworthy - Julia Quinn

I’ll keep this short because I am raging right now.

After finishing this book I only have one word for it: NOPE.

I’m pissed off.

I cannot even begin to tell you just how pissed off I am. I don’t even want to know what Ms. Quinn was thinking because this is so horrific and I cannot.

Gone is the humor that characterizes Ms. Quinn’s novels and instead we have painful rejections and awkward interactions mixed with selfish sisters.

That sorry excuse of a relationship. I’m sorry. Iris deserves better than Richard. I found their relationship to be too fast, too rushed, too inorganic for me to believe even for a second that real feelings could’ve developed. I mean, I thought for sure she would’ve developed them because she had no idea what the hell Richard was hiding from her. Even so, I didn’t feel it. No zing, no connection, nada.

The famous secret? Fuck off. What kind of manipulative bullshit is this?

The star I gave this book is solely because of Iris. What a wonderful heroine to be wasted on such a good for nothing ’hero’. She deserves so much better than a lying, deceitful, two-faced bastard who, to make matters worse, feels so awful about what he has to do but yup, does it anyway. DUDE, AT LEAST OWN UP TO YOUR ASSHATTERY. Don’t care if that’s not a word, I just made it so. I take issue with the fact that she was too fucking quick to forgive him. I would’ve frozen him out for so long he would’ve thought he had moved to Siberia.

After discussing it with Myriam, I do believe that Hugh and Iris would’ve been a much better pairing. Sarah and Richard would be perfect for each other though that would’ve made one hell of an unreadable book.