Ten Things I love About You by Julia Quinn
Rated 3.5 out of 5 White Roses.
Content rated with the Pale Pink Rose.
Annabel Winslow knows what it’s like to feel like cattle being auctioned off to the highest bidder. Except in her situation, her grandparents were the auctioneers and the bid they were looking at came from Lord Newbury, a man who, to put it kindly, came from the same generation as the grandparents trying to marry her off. Apparently, he was as desperate to find a wife who would sire him an heir, as she was to find a husband who would help her and her many (eight to be exact) siblings.
Sebastian Grey did not care one bit that his uncle was once again, trying to find an inappropriately much younger wife just to prevent him from inheriting. C’est la vie. If his uncle could find a woman willing to marry him, then more power to the man. That is, until Sebastian bumped into a woman who made the most remarkable impression on him. A woman who asked surprisngly (in a good way of course!) asked him for a kiss. The same woman, who surprisingly (not in a good way) was also expected to marry his uncle, Lord Newbury.
I have read and I even own many of Ms. Quinn’s books. Many of them, I love and can read over and over again. Ten Things I Love About You, however, is not one of those books. It’s a sweet and pleasing story and the characters are all likable enough. But if I was to compare this story to many of her others, or for that matter, many other romance novels, it’s like the difference between a made for TV romantic comedy with decent albeit not Oscar worthy performances, verses a hit released in theaters starring two A-list actors.
Now, I don’t want people mistaking what I just said by assuming I dislike made for TV movies, when that is definitely not true. I am however, highlighting the difference in quality. Ms. Quinn is a fantastic writer. She has many fans of her work, including those of us at the Reading Haven. But I find that Ten Things I Love About You isn’t up to her normal standards and while it is a pleasant enough read, it’s not one that I can see myself returning to over and over.
Hugs & Kisses,
The Lustrous Courtesan