I had gone to sleep after reading the delightful Miss Delacourt Has Her Day, a Regency romance written by my friend Heidi Ashworth. In this book I felt both transported to another world of dukes and a dowager duchess, and to my own world of fitting in and finding myself. And to me, this is how Ms. Ashworth draws in her audience. There is something familiar about Ginerva Delacourt's journey in this book, as she attempts to find her place in her new society. She is constantly trying to find that balance of being her genuine passionate self, and of being the poised gentlewoman she is expected to be. Is it just me, or do most women spend more than enough time trying to do the same?
Anthony Crenshaw is allowed to be our hero without too much arrogance, which would be off-putting to the reader. He is chivalrous and handsome, but also insecure and ready to accept help from his valet when needed. Ok, the dark curly hair doesn't hurt his image either.
I think the genius in writing is giving the supporting characters just enough air time. They must be able to make an impact and move the plot forward, without creating too much distraction. Another strength in Heidi's writing. I both looked forward to the appearance of Lord and Lady Avery, and I dreaded it at the same time, as I wanted to throttle the woman. They were purposeful in reminding of us events in the first book titled Miss Delacourt Speaks Her Mind, and they served as great foils to the protagonists. Very well-done. Other supporting characters introduced in this book were fleshed out well and added to the momentum of the story.
This romance genre, which I do not generally seek out as a reader, is surrounded with so many fun characters and adventures that I found myself devouring this book in a matter of a few hours, not wanting to put it down.
Ginny would be my friend if we were to meet. I think she and Heidi and I would have a delightful time sitting on the lawn outside Kensington Palace, eating cucumber sandwiches and stretching out the hems of our dresses as we wrapped them around our feet and told stories.
Well done, friend. Well done.