There are certain things that are guaranteed in life: death, taxes and some authors are always a comfort read. I know, for example, that Eloisa James will 9 times out of 10, give me a story I'll enjoy with lovely writing and humor.
Jennifer Crusie. Lisa Klepas. These are authors I trust. And Julia Quinn. At least, that's what I thought.
Because of Miss Bridgerton showed up on my Kindle right after a bunch of DNFs (I swear I'm getting harder to please in my older age) and I thought yay. Something I can enjoy finally.
Oh God, why?
I don't ask for a lot but a good story is a pretty small thing to expect. in a book. This wasn't a good story. It wasn't much of a story at all. Billie Bridgerton, our heroine, hurts her foot. Neighbor George rescues her. They have a moderately unfriendly relationship but this opens a door and they fall in love and it's dull as dishwater.
Nothing happens. The witty banter isn't witty. The longing is banal. The characters weren't particularly interesting, their story was dull and the writing was pedestrian.
I mean, I hate to seem bitchy here but this book was a snooze from start to finish.
I'm starting to despair. Outside of some older literary fiction that I've been reading, I'm not finding anything that thrills me. Any ideas?