I’ve never been a connoisseur of historical romance, finding it difficult to suspend my disbelief to accommodate these charming, young, handsome, tall rakes of the Regency era.
Through drama and heartache, the two reconcile and babies are born into a happy marriage, some of them through the epilogues of other books. In time, Daphne realizes that Simon hasn’t been truthful with her and feels betrayed by what she realizes are his deliberate efforts to mislead her and avoid conception. When innocent Daphne’s mother, Violet, explains sex to her, she’s left confused at the mechanics and goes into marriage blind. Simon informs Daphne that he can’t have children and she accepts him regardless. Through Regency era shenanigans, Simon and Daphne find themselves forced to marry, despite their differing plans for life.
Unsurprisingly, this doesn’t go as planned and the two begin to truly fall in love. Mothers eager to marry their daughters will leave the disinterested, yet extremely eligible, Simon alone and Daphne will attract the attention of far better suitors when they see she’s caught the eye of a Duke. Regardless, Simon and Daphne hatch a plan to convince high society, or the ton, that they’re courting. Before he can save the day, Daphne punches the drunk herself and Simon finds himself immediately attracted to her… that is until he discovers that she’s the little sister of his best friend. Simon first meets Daphne when she’s being harassed by a suitor. Meanwhile, Daphne longs for marriage and motherhood, but finds that she’s so easy to get along with that men tend to see her as a strictly friendly or even sisterly companion, much to her despair during her first season on the marriage market. Having been abused by his own father, Simon has vowed never to marry or have children. Simon is a rake (Regency era playboy) and the best friend of Anthony Bridgerton, Daphne’s oldest brother. The Duke and I tells the tale of Simon Basset, the Duke of Hastings, and Daphne, the oldest Bridgerton daughter in the summer of 1813.
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I will be updating and reposting my reviews as the series continues, to include my assessments of each season. The show has already veered a great deal, so I suspect reading my reviews will spoil very little, but reader beware. I will not, however, share every detail of the plot or resolution, completely ruining the story or show for those who intend to read or watch. Though historical romance has never been my jam, I made my way through the entire Bridgerton series, complete with lengthy epilogues, and figured it would be a complete waste not to review them.Īs with my previous “I read… so you don’t have to” serial, there will be unavoidable spoilers, because… well that’s the “you don’t have to” part. Each Bridgerton gets their own book and, I would assume, Netflix season.
If you’re unfamiliar with the premise and have perhaps just had it on your Netflix list, it’s about a family of eight children, the Bridgertons, sequentially named for the first eight letters of the alphabet and their adventures in love. Bridgerton, however, is one of the rare shows that seems to have gained household notoriety, even if not everyone has actually watched it. While others lament that fact, I’m just relieved that finally, I can rewatch the original Roswell for the 87th time in peace, without being subjected to the absolute horror that I haven’t seen Yellowstone. In our modern world, where everyone is watching something different, there are few titles that everyone recognizes. So, as a balm to my somewhat raw senses, I decided to try a modern and lighthearted take on classics, with Julia Quinn’s Bridgerton series, following the prolific family of the same name in Regency era Britain, which officially spans the years 1811-1820. Reading a classic is enjoyable in the way reading a PEW Research Center study is enjoyable. The pacing is far slower, the world-building is more involved, the themes are less obvious, and in many cases, the dialect can be quite difficult to follow. While I genuinely enjoyed all but two of the titles I chose, I realized that there’s a reason why people don’t typically read classics for fun. Once I completed my self-assigned project to read 26 classics, I was pretty burnt out on heavy literature.
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