Louisa May Alcott may as well have been writing about me when she wrote "She is too fond of books and it has turned her brain!" But I am a staunch believer that there is no such thing.
I keep flip-flopping about how I feel about this book.
It’s almost the perfect fairy-tale romance. Except when it’s not.
And it’s that section when it’s not that keeps driving me crazy!
I just want to reach into the pages and slap Connor silly.
But when it is – oh it really is. Connor is the perfect man. He doesn’t get mad or annoyed at trivial things. He takes his vows and commitments very seriously. Family is important to him. And while I don’t think money should factor into a relationship, he just happens to be successful enough that his wife can choose whether or not to work or stay home with the children - and he’s perfectly happy to let her make her own choice. He compromises. He’s reasonable and rational.
The only things he’s not – is in love.
He wants all of the trappings of a committed marriage without the distractions of emotional love. And that’s the arrangement that Megan and Connor have made with one another.
Except… it kind of looks like the perfect romantic relationship from the outside looking in.
And sure enough… those pesky emotions start to rear up and cause trouble.
But I’m going to forgive him for the parts where he drove me crazy and did bad things. Because when you look at the big picture, you do get an almost perfect fairy tale romance.
And after all, isn’t that what we want when we read a good bad romance novel?