(view spoiler)[ Just Like Heaven by Julia Quinn brings us back to the same time, but a different point of view. Remember all those dreaded Smythe-Smith musicales? Yeah. That’s where we are now. We meet Honoria Smythe-Smith, who, for the sake of simplicity, will heretofore be referred to only as Honoria. And Marcus Holroyd.
Honoria and Marcus are childhood friends, since Marcus and Honoria’s brother Daniel became friends at school. You get a prequel of sorts at the beginning of the book, flashing back to when Marcus was younger and he befriended Daniel. Then you really start the book with them meeting while Honoria is escaping the pouring rain. And she meant pouring. “It was pouring. Pouring. Not drizzling, not merely raining, but pouring proverbial cats, dogs, sheep, and horses. At this rate, she wouldn't have been surprised if an elephant tumbled down from the sky.”
I can’t really say how funny this book is. I’d love to supply you with ALL the quotes my little Historical Romance loving heart could find, but that would be most of the book, and I’m sure that’s kind of illegal. If you’ve read Julia Quinn before, the humor is just as good, if not better, than her usual writing. If you haven’t read her, shame of you! This is your chance to redeem yourself.
This was a very light read. A lot of JQ’s books are light reads, but they always have a sense of seriousness to them, an undercurrent that doesn’t let you think it’s a devil-may-care sort of book. In my opinion, this book didn’t have it. It was very light, and fluffy. Thouroughly enjoyable, and completely lovable, but at the end of the book, I didn’t get the immense sadness I do from finishing a new adventure, there didn’t seem to be any stakes put up. So if you’re looking for a book that has some seriousness in it, this isn’t for you.
If you’re looking for a book to giggle with, enjoy and make you relax, in between mad dashes into the water and the taco van, this is it. Don’t get me wrong, I loved the book, AND the characters, and I will read it again, but it’s not hitting my favorite shelf, which contains almost all of JQ’s books.
Marcus was a refreshing change as a hero. He wasn’t a rake, a rogue, a scoundrel, he was perfect. He was never the center of attention, did what he was supposed to, and generally never had adventures. You’re reading this and thinking “what the heck?? He sounds bloody dull.” But I’m here to assure you, he is not, in fact, dull at all. Read the book, and send me a message when you get to the part about the jumping rabbit. Please. He’s not what you'd expect, or what you’re used to. He’s very staid without being stuffy. The magic of Julia Quinn at work.
Honoria really has to be one of the sweetest heroines ever. She’s an angel. A mischeivious angel, sure, but an angel nonetheless. She’s such a loyal, caring person. Family means so much to her. And don’t forget that this is Lady Honoria SMYTHE-SMITH, for the love stolen treacle tarts and chocolate cakes. Don’t forget the musicales. In which she plays the violin dreadfully, and knows she plays said violin dreadfully. And please, I implore you, do NOT forget Lady Danbury. Because she’s back, too. Cane and all. *gleeful smile*
Just Like Heaven was a sweet, light read with loads and loads of humor. And chocolate cake. So really, how can you go wrong? You can’t, really. It is also the first book in a brand new series, the Smythe-Smith Quartet. No word yet on the titles of the next books yet, but I live in hope. This is a pretty great place to start, although you may not really understand the dread and despair associated with the musicales if you haven’t read any of the others.
And because I’m a shameless promoter, and I love to shove my favorite books in other people’s hands, check out Minx (the third and last installment in the Splendid trilogy, which I read first because I’m backwards like that,) Romancing Mister Bridgerton (the fourth installment in the Bridgerton series,) as well as What Happens in London (the second Installment in the Bevelstoke series) and a few others too!
Lady Honoria Smythe-Smith was desperate.Desperate for a sunny day, desperate for a husband, desperate--she thought with an exhausted sigh as she looked down at her ruined blue slippers-- for a new pair of shoes.