It happened one sunlit day in the summer of Until then, Christian de Montfort, the young Duke of Lexington, had led a charmed life. His passion was the natural world. As a child, he was never happier than when he could watch hatchling birds peck through their delicate eggshells, or spend hours observing the turtles and the water striders that populated the family trout stream. Come summer, when he was taken to the seashore, he immersed himself in the tide pools and understood instinctively that he was witnessing a fierce struggle for survival, without losing his sense of wonder at the beauty and intricacy of life.
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Shelves: romance First please indulge me as I spend a paragraph or two hating on the cover illustration. It looks so uncomfortable! The scratchy-looking lace on the neckline is digging into her breasts, but if she lowered her arm, the bodice would fall right off.
So, the story! You know, if someone had told me that the next Sherry Thomas book would involve two people who grow affectionate towards one another thanks to their shared love of paleontology, I would have been ecstatic. Despite the dinosaurs, however, I did not love this book. Well, I loved the dinosaurs look, in this story, the act of sending a massively heavy set of fossilized dinosaur footprints to the other person is highly fraught with emotional significance , and Thomas as always has her moments of very beautiful prose.
By the way, in Beguiling the Beauty, the beauty does all of the beguiling herself. Anyway, I think that some of the annoyances in the last paragraph are the unfortunate byproducts of trying too hard to set up for Books 2 and 3 in the middle of Book 1. Here is why: When the hero and heroine were about 18 or 19 years old, and the heroine was married to her emotionally abusive first husband, the hero caught a glimpse of the heroine across a playing field and "fell in love.
There is nothing wrong with being powerfully attracted to a beautiful someone whose character is a total mystery to you, but I want to take the idea that this can be Love, and that it can and should be important to the attracted person, and that this experience can and should be a life-changing event, and crumple it into a tiny ball and bite it and jump on it and then set it on fire. And guess what -- the hero then goes on to illustrate one of the very best reasons why I hate that idea so much.
Because this woman whom he only loved for her face, and yet whom he regards as having transformed his life, is apparently shallow and greedy and heartless. At first, he felt entitled to a chance at courting her, because he saw her and found her so beautiful.
Even though she owes him nothing at all, even though she has no idea who he is, he still thinks of her as having the power to make him miserable.
And then, to make matters even worse, he uses this is really eyerollingly terrible evolutionary psychology to make himself feel better. He likes to think about how the real purpose of beauty is only to promote reproduction, and it has nothing to do with character whatsoever.
I wish she had simply left him alone to ferment in his own ego. Unbiased by her face and all its imaginary associations, he learns her character, her history, her desires, and they are all exactly what he loves. Fate has given him his ideal, and she has that face. Would you like me to walk you there? Thank you, Sherry Thomas, for no bullshit about the point of no return. This is one of the many reasons why I love your books and will keep buying them despite not loving this particular book.
Beguiling the Beauty
Shelves: romance First please indulge me as I spend a paragraph or two hating on the cover illustration. It looks so uncomfortable! The scratchy-looking lace on the neckline is digging into her breasts, but if she lowered her arm, the bodice would fall right off. So, the story! You know, if someone had told me that the next Sherry Thomas book would involve two people who grow affectionate towards one another thanks to their shared love of paleontology, I would have been ecstatic. Despite the dinosaurs, however, I did not love this book.