The Secret Diaries of Miss Miranda Cheevers by Julia Quinn
Well, here she is. My dark secret. The only romance author that I still read (er, except for Celeste Bradley, but shhh!). And she let me down! This has happened once before, with one of the Bridgerton novels (I don’t remember which…Francesca and Michael, maybe? I don’t know.). She had me at the start, halfway through I was still there, and then…I got bored.
I don’t know why, it’s a (variation on a) premise that I usually like – girl’s loved hero since, well, forever, eventually hero realises that she’s not just the girl next door or…his sister’s best friend, etc. and they live happily ever after. The girl (Miranda) was likable, the hero was, too (although not really a standout…Dunford remains my favorite of all Quinn’s heroes), and yet…I got bored. About three quarters of the way through, I gave up and started reading backwards from the end to see how it all worked out. Yes, I know they live happily ever after, but I wanted to know what made the hero finally realise that he loved the girl. And even then it seemed a little lame.
Still, it’s not a bad book. I think Quinn could basically just close her eyes and jab at a keyboard and she’d come up with a better-than-average romance novel, it’s just that when your standards (and expectations) are so high, if it’s anything less than what you’d expected, it’s just not the same. So, again, a good enough romance novel, just missing that extra spark that Quinn’s usually have.
Actually, after looking at her website, it appears that the next one will be the first of a planned two-book series, so maybe this one was just sort of a placeholder until those. That would explain the slighty lackluster feel to it… Whatever it was, I’m sure it was just a fluke.
My rating: B