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On the sixth of April, in the year 1812 - precisely two days before her sixteenth birthday - Penelope Featherington fell in love. But Colin Bridgerton certainly didn't fall in love with her in 1812 (and not in 1813, 1814, 1815, or - oh blast, not in all the years 1816-1822, either, and certainly not in 1823, when he was out of the country the whole time, anyway). Penelope Featherington has secretly adored her best friend's brother for well, it feels like forever. After half a lifetime of watching Colin Bridgerton from afar, she thinks she knows everything about him, until she stumbles across his deepest secret and fears she doesn't know him at all.
Colin Bridgerton is tired of being thought of as nothing but an empty-headed charmer, tired of everyone's preoccupation with the notorious gossip columnist Lady Whistledown, who can't seem to publish an edition without mentioning him in the first paragraph. But when Colin returns to London from a trip abroad he discovers nothing in his life is quite the same - especially Penelope Featherington! The girl haunting his dreams. But when he discovers that Penelope has secrets of her own, this elusive bachelor must decide is she his biggest threat - or his promise of a happy ending?
374 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 1, 2002





”I am certainly not going to marry Penelope Featherington!”
”I love you with everything I am, everything I’ve been, and everything I hope to be. I love you with my past, and I love you for my future. I love you for the children we’ll have and for the years we’ll have together. I love you for everyone of my smiles, and even more, for every one of your smiles.”♥
At some point in our lives we all ask some fundamental questions regarding our existence, the great mysteries of the universe, the past, the present and the future of humanity. Mankind is curious (and peculiar) like this; spending hours pondering on notions, dedicating personal effort and money, researching, reading, trying to find a solution to quench the hunger that consumes us. The Author knows this kind of struggle all too well. The last few days have been dedicated to the answer of one single question, one question to define her personality, her hopes, her dreams and wishes, but she still hasn't made up her mind.
Anthony or Colin Bridgerton?
How can a person choose? Anthony is the Rake turned into family man extraordinaire, while Colin is the carefree, smooth, genial and flirty gentleman every creature with ovaries adores, and thanks to Romancing Mister Bridgerton, we discovered another side to him, that rendered him more alluring and, well, delicious (don't mind the Author, she's a notorious man-eater). The questionmark that haunts her thoughts may remain immoveable like the mountains, but the Author can declare with clarity that the forth story of the Bridgerton family is her favorite. She found a shadow of herself in Penelope Featherington, the witty, funny wallflower everyone overlooked. She devoured the pages (because aside from a maneater she's also a book-eater) that brought to life a heart-warming, slow-burning, toe-curling romance infused with the perfect dose of hilarity and sensuality, with spicy scandals and even spicier, clandestine meetings. And the cherry on top? The bounty on Lady Whistledown's head. Between precious Bridgertons' moments, falling in love and magical dances, the Author felt calm. At peace. Home. Penelope and Colin tugged at her heartstrings, and made her believe.
Believe that Colins Bridgerton exist.
(The Author is a little naive, so please forgive her extravagant declarations).
- Katerina's Bookish Papers, July 2018
Isn't it nice to discover that we're not exactly what we thought we were?
Audio book source: Hoopla (library borrow)
Story Rating: 4.25 stars
Narrators: Rosalyn Landor
Narration Rating: 4 stars
Genre: Historical romance
Length: 13 hours and 17 minutes
Te amo con todo lo que soy, todo lo que he sido y todo lo que espero ser. —Colin… —Te amo con mi pasado y te amo por mi futuro. —La besó dulcemente en los labios —Te amo por los hijos que tendremos y por los años que tendremos juntos. Te amo por todas y cada una de mis sonrisas y más aún, por todas y cada una de tus sonrisas. Penélope se apoyó en el respaldo de un sillón. —Te amo —repitió él.



—Lo sé. —Se le acercó más y le dio un impulsivo beso en la mejilla—. Eres el hombre imperfecto de mi corazón, y eso es mejor todavía. Siempre creí que eras infalible, que llevabas una vida encantada, que no tenías ninguna preocupación, ni miedos, ni sueños sin realizar. Pero no era justa al pensar eso.

And that was when he realised that Daphne had been right. His love hadn't been a thunderbolt from the sky. It had started with a smile, a word, a teasing glance. Every second he had spent in her presence it had grown, until he'd reached this moment, and he suddenly knew.
He loved her.