I swear i read books outside of tropes marriage of convenience, grumpy-sunshine and beauty and the beast but it's not a crime if i only read these, is it?
You know how i say Harrow Faire series is my entire personality?
This Book
is my entire heart.
Our FMC, Philly Satterthwaite is The Work of Art for she has heterochromia and how pretty is the cover model! She's 23 and was raised by her grandparents after the death of her parents. Now that her grandfather has passed away and his property is now a distant male relative's (if you've seen/read pride and prejudice, you'll understand the inheritance laws) this person, Edgar Townsend brings her to London to finance a season for her.
Arthur Heywood, second son of the earl, is a war hero. He was scarred in war and can't properly use one of his legs and is now a recluse. He's on business in London and has a chance encounter with Philly when her dogs barge in her uncle's study.
You've got the blurb part. Now, I'm going to act like a totally unhinged person who has forgotten the use of this language I've spent so many years learning.
While their first encounter was nothing. I mean they didn't even look at the other one, ashamed of their own shortcomings. But their second encounter. 🤌🏻
Townsend and others, including Arthur, go on a walk following Philly and Townsend's daughters who are out to walk her dogs. Philly notices that though Arthur is proud and regal, he's also hurting. So, she walks slowly enough that they're together and asks for his arm as if it's she who needs assistance and when he give her his arm and she supports him and then asks him to escort her back, thanks him and leaves.
I loved how, when he saw her next, he slyly inquired about her walking habits and was waiting there that afternoon. My boy couldn't help himself and i don't blame him one bit.
If you get a Philly Satterthwaite, you bask in their glory for as long as they'll let you. She's sunshine for a reason. Though i find it hard to explain why i like the goodness in them so much just know that their niceness is appreciated.
You can very easily appreciate a fierce, headstrong woman in words cause they make you feel strong and brave and other adjectives. Feelings you can articulate. But how do you put into words the feeling of the ice encasing your heart melting. Maybe the native English speakers can but not me.
And she's not childish. Authors confuse that often, she knows there's bad in the world yet when she witnessed it firsthand it distressed her immensely. She doesn't have that child like wonderment but amazement that normal adults have when experiencing something new.
TL;DR - She's an amazing sunshine.
And Arthur didn't know he was already on the way to fall -
Arthur tried not to stare.
He failed miserably.
The way to my heart is have grump have a conversation with sunshine where neither can quite pinpoint why he's having that conversation which is so out of character for him.
Even her servant remarks —
“When I serve tea to the master and them in the library, I never heard that man say so much as a single word, but he sat here last week talking to you easy as anything. What’s he up to, I wonder?”
And i liked that while Townsends highlighted her blue eye, Arthur seemed to be enthralled by the amber/brown one defying euro centric beauty standards.
Arthur tried not to give in to the urge to stare at her. In her shimmering amber pelisse, she was more striking than on any other occasion he’d seen her. More than ever, she gave the impression of sunlight and glowing warmth, a person around whom it was impossible for cold or darkness to dwell. A man like himself, so often consumed by the shadows, could become addicted to being around such a lady. It wouldn’t do to keep indulging himself this way.
Me reading sex scenes - yeah yeah move along and for god's sake don't mention my name in the same sentence as sweat.
Me reading - Arthur stroked Basil’s head, his gloved fingers brushing against Miss Satterthwaite’s. She didn’t pull away.
*Shivers* Absolutely filthy, you heathens. Do it again.
Arthur followed his gaze to see Miss Satterthwaite coming down the stairs, one hand resting lightly on the banister as she descended. He froze where he stood, feeling the now-familiar tightening in his chest.
This scene never fails. Not in my book. When the MMC sees FMC all dolled up and falls in love all over again.
Meeting his eyes softly with hers, she gave him the barest trace of a smile.
Arthur was rendered temporarily speechless.
I stated in my original 'review' that this book had my cheeks hurting.. look at these quotes! How am I supposed to jump on abusive MMC trend with this kind of reaction? Even my grumpy assholes are softies.
The warmth and weight of her touch set his heart to thumping. Foolish, really. He was no green lad.
Same Arthur but you guys have me giggling and blushing over accidentally touches here.
It struck him then, quite forcibly, that Phyllida Satterthwaite had the rare gift of transforming everything that came near her into something better than it actually was.
He extended her hair decoration to her.
“Keep it,” she said.
“Miss Satterthwaite, I couldn’t possibly—”
“Please. It’s only a small thing, I know, and has no value at all, but I hope that…that if you have it…you won’t soon forget me.”
Arthur’s fingers closed around the hairpin. His voice, when he found it, sounded very unlike his own. “I have no intention of forgetting you.”
“Nor I you, sir.” She gave him a small smile. “Goodbye, Captain Heywood.”
I really should learn how to add gifs because this conversation deserves a gif.
When he proposed a marriage in name only and she thinks —
To live with Captain Heywood and no longer be constrained every time she wished to talk to him or be near him?
My girl was besotted as well so don't think it was one sided. It's just that men in love are my favourite sect.
"My engagement to her was the thoughtless act of a young man with poor judgment and no sense. When she broke it and married another, I considered it a blessed release. I didn’t love her before the war, and I don’t even think about her now.”
He spoke with unwavering conviction. Philly had no doubt but that he was telling the truth.
THIS is how you react to some rumour. THIS. She's not making an accusation, she's just not aware and insecure and he put her mind to ease and viola, saved her from sadness.
It was harder than it otherwise might have been, for every few minutes the reality of the situation struck him afresh, and he experienced a vague sort of euphoria as he realized that he was, in fact, going to marry Phyllida Satterthwaite.
It was this certainty, this very determination to keep her in his life by any means, that had compelled him to utter those fateful words a marriage in name only. Even then he’d never truly believed she would consent, and now, as he awaited the license which would enable them to marry, it seemed to him somehow impossible.
This energy.
Arthur would fit 'mard sirf apni pasandeeda aurat k liye..' trend so well.
At each consecutive stop they made, the pattern of their business became clearer, and the coachman was less and less able to hide his astonishment. When Arthur directed him to a jeweler in Bond Street, the normally stoic servant could barely suppress his grin.
You remember how Domenico banished the ow to care for the lepers when she fed Felicia lies and tried to drive a wedge between them?
If you're a nice person and not a psychopath, you can do what Arthur did. When his ex fiancee asked if Philly is her rival and he says —
Arthur briefly met her gaze. “Phyllida Satterthwaite has no rival.” And before either could recover from his assertion, he bid them a curt good day and walked out of the shop.
Exactly this. Why would you, in a genre that mainly caters to women, who generally sympathize with the FMC, give value to OW? MMCs are out here entertaining OW, letting her insult FMC and getting away with it and sometimes MMC even defends them. It's so difficult to find a book that doesn't ick you out.
Communication is a key and I'm the key ring collecting books which have our MCs facing some external threat in the third act conflict instead of being pouty little bitches.
“Shall I call you Phyllida from now on?”
“If you prefer it, but I’d much rather you call me Philly.”
“Philly?”
“No one ever called me Phyllida until I came to London.” She raised her eyes to his in guarded expectation. “To my real family I’ve only ever been Philly.”
He met her gaze, seeming to immediately comprehend the significance of what she was telling him. “Then you shall be Philly to me, as well. Unless we’re being very formal, in which case I’ll be obliged to call you Mrs. Heywood.”
*Squeals*
There's also a 'Where's my wife?' thrown in there somewhere in this book.
“You think me very silly, don’t you?” she said with a faint smile of her own.
“I think you very sweet.”
Glancing up at him, she was startled to see an expression of pride on his face. Pride in her as his wife, she realized with amazement. She immediately resolved that she wouldn’t disappoint him.
Anyway since this ranting is getting out of hand but short version the marriage in name only gets consummated that very same night. It's fade to black. After the second time, when they're in bed sleeping together, Arthur has a nightmare about his time in the peninsula and grabs Philly by the throat.
He thinks he's ruined his chances with her and asks her to go to her bed and ignores her the next day but she clarifies it so all is good. Their longest miscommunication doesn't even last a day long. This is a good couple. They talk to eachother and hug it out.
Somehow, on a deeply feminine level, she now understood that he’d needed this physical reassurance from her far more than he’d needed her words. The mere act of holding him in her arms did more to ease his tortured spirit than anything else she could have said or done. “I won’t let you send me away ever again, Arthur,” she vowed to him in the same half whisper. “It doesn’t matter if you growl at me and attempt to frighten me. You’re my dearest friend. I will never leave you.”
In answer, Arthur’s arms tightened around her. She felt him press his face into her hair. Some of the tension seemed to go out of him then, but the strength with which he held her didn’t falter.
The casual domesticity is told not shown but no book is perfect.
Arthur never showed the slightest regret about relinquishing his solitude in order to be with her. In fact, Philly began to suspect he rather preferred her company.
I love how they're both in love. They're a bit shy and there's tension in the air, something a-brewing all of which I've left out so you go in blind, but they are so good.
Philly drew back just enough to see his face, and then, right there in the stable yard, in front of Greene and all the other servants, she kissed him full on the mouth.
Arthur's internal monologue about abstaining after hurting Philly is something i wanted all my MCs, who for absurd reason not have sex, to think.
“Say something to me, Philly,” he whispered into her hair. “Anything. Even if it’s only to tell me that I must let you go.”
Her face was pressed against his cravat, her words so soft it was a miracle he heard them. “You mustn’t ever let me go, Arthur.”
His fascination with her hair is so sweet. As someone who loves her hair an insane amount. *Sigh* i can wish for it, can't i?
They even have an explicit conversation about the communication thing. Who are these people aren't they aware they have to create problems in the relationship?
Before he could walk toward her, she rushed to him and embraced him round the neck in a wholly unladylike fashion, receiving from him in exchange a very ungentlemanly full kiss on the mouth.
Okay so blah blah there's alot going on which i don't wanna divulge but you might have deduced there's a villain since they're not causing trouble for themselves so.. Arthur keeps Philly protected and that's the only thing he does which acted as a little bump in their relationship. I believe you tell the person who's in danger about the danger so they can take necessary precautions but Arthur's reason was that he didn't want to trouble Philly.
“My sweet, determined little love. I believe you’re attempting to blackmail me.”
“I wonder that he can be ignorant of anything that concerns you. He watches you every moment. One would think he was afraid you might run off and leave him.”
Now there's the conflict and i love how it's handled. There's no epilogue but this book isn't your regular HR with a lot happening so while the ending might feel abrupt, it's not unsatisfying.
Nothing in this book gave me an ick and i love it. It's audiobook is narrated by Alex Wyndham entirely and it's quite nice.
Bye.
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My cheeks hurt from smiling so much.
A sunshine to out do every other sunshine and a cinnamon roll masquerading as a grump.
I love them both so much.. i love how there was never any misunderstandings and if there were, they communicated.. ah, my fragile heart.
I don't even need an epilogue, i know this couple will have a great future, I'm that sure of their love.
Special mention - Basil!