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3.59 AVERAGE
3.59 AVERAGE
Becky was truly ridiculous in this. So many things went a way that I didn’t agree with or find pleasant, but it was still somewhat enjoyable
All of these books are amazing. I need to write a paper on them.
funny
fast-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Plot
Strong character development:
No
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
I liked the previous books but I'm not feeling the character anymore. I would rather read something else, even by the same author, as I love her writting!
Whenever you read a good series, you become one with the characters that you do not want to part them even when the series ends. Right? But have you ever felt like withdrawing yourself and coming to hate it when it goes further? That's how i felt with this book. Although these books claim to have a continuity, there is no feeling of it and if anything, the characters are only getting distant to what they really are. Okay, people evolve, i get that, but seriously but the impression i had about Luke Brandon when i read the first book is not the same as it is now. Now he seems like just another boyfriend of the invincible klutzy Becky Bloomwood, but that's not who he is, right? Didn't even bother to read the whole book with the kind of fear that i would start to hate the series i had come to like. I would rather not know everything and sit blissfully thinking this is how it turned out to be,than actually reading till the end and lose the little love and appreciation i had on the series.
funny
lighthearted
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
No
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
funny
lighthearted
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
Suddenly I feel in need of a little reassurance. I turn round and quickly scan the rows of guests, looking for Luke’s face. For a few moments I can’t spot him, and although I keep wearing my confident smile, I feel a ridiculous panic rising inside me, like a child realizing it’s been left behind at school; that everyone else has been collected but them.
Until suddenly I see him. Standing behind a pillar towards the back, tall and dark and solid, his eyes fixed on mine. Looking at me and no-one else. And as I gaze back at him, I feel restored. I’ve been collected, too; it’s OK.
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I hesitate, my fingers running over the cover of You and Your Wedding. I can hardly believe I’m actually allowed to read these now. Openly! I don’t have to sidle up to the rack and take tiny, guilty peeks, like stuffing a biscuit into my mouth and all the time wondering if someone will see me.
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There’s nothing in the world like a Plaza wedding.
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Why have I never done this before? Trying on wedding dresses is simply the most fun I’ve had ever, in my whole life.
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Why on earth have I never registered before? It’s just the perfect occupation! Shopping without spending any money!
You know, I should have got married a long time ago.
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‘I’m really looking forward to it,’ I say automatically. It’s what I’ve said at once, every time anyone’s mentioned the wedding to me. But now, as I watch our old, familiar house being smartened up, like a lady putting on make-up, I start to feel a strange sensation. A strange tugging at my heart.
And, with a sudden pang, I realize I am looking forward to it.
I’m looking forward to seeing our garden all bedecked with balloons. To seeing Mum all dressed up and happy. Getting ready in my own bedroom, at my own dressing table. Saying goodbye to my old life properly. Not in some impersonal suite in a hotel … but here. At home, where I grew up.
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I need a place of peace; a place of sanctuary. A place where I’ll find solace. ‘I’m going to Tiffany’s,’ I say with a half-sob, and close the door behind me.
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Five seconds after I’ve crossed the threshold of Tiffany’s, I’m already calmer. My heart rate begins to subside. My mind begins to turn less frantically. I feel soothed, just looking around at the cases full of glittering jewellery. Audrey Hepburn was right: nothing bad could ever happen in Tiffany’s.
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Somehow I’ve lost sight of what really matters in all this, haven’t I? I’ve been distracted by all the froth. The dress, and the cake, and the presents. When all that really counts is that Luke wants to be with me, and I want to be with him. Oh God, I’ve been such a stupid
fool …
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I don’t really know what I’m saying. And I don’t think Suze will ever quite understand where I’m coming from. She’s never made any mistakes in her life. She’s always cruised through easily, never up-setting anyone, never getting herself in trouble. But I haven’t. I know what it feels like to do something stupid – or worse than stupid – and then wish, above anything else, that I hadn’t.
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He looks more than great. He’s looking completely gorgeous, in an immaculate dinner jacket and crisp white dress shirt. His dark hair is glossy under the lights, and I can just smell the familiar scent of his aftershave. And as he meets my eyes, I feel something release inside me, like a coil unwinding. Whatever happens today – whether I pull this off or not – the two of us are together. The two of us will be all right.
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But Luke shakes his head. ‘There’s only one Becky Bloomwood. Never stop being her.’ He takes both my hands and gazes at me with a strange intensity. ‘Whatever you do. Never stop being Becky Bloomwood.’
Until suddenly I see him. Standing behind a pillar towards the back, tall and dark and solid, his eyes fixed on mine. Looking at me and no-one else. And as I gaze back at him, I feel restored. I’ve been collected, too; it’s OK.
************************************************
I hesitate, my fingers running over the cover of You and Your Wedding. I can hardly believe I’m actually allowed to read these now. Openly! I don’t have to sidle up to the rack and take tiny, guilty peeks, like stuffing a biscuit into my mouth and all the time wondering if someone will see me.
************************************************
There’s nothing in the world like a Plaza wedding.
************************************************
Why have I never done this before? Trying on wedding dresses is simply the most fun I’ve had ever, in my whole life.
************************************************
Why on earth have I never registered before? It’s just the perfect occupation! Shopping without spending any money!
You know, I should have got married a long time ago.
************************************************
‘I’m really looking forward to it,’ I say automatically. It’s what I’ve said at once, every time anyone’s mentioned the wedding to me. But now, as I watch our old, familiar house being smartened up, like a lady putting on make-up, I start to feel a strange sensation. A strange tugging at my heart.
And, with a sudden pang, I realize I am looking forward to it.
I’m looking forward to seeing our garden all bedecked with balloons. To seeing Mum all dressed up and happy. Getting ready in my own bedroom, at my own dressing table. Saying goodbye to my old life properly. Not in some impersonal suite in a hotel … but here. At home, where I grew up.
************************************************
I need a place of peace; a place of sanctuary. A place where I’ll find solace. ‘I’m going to Tiffany’s,’ I say with a half-sob, and close the door behind me.
************************************************
Five seconds after I’ve crossed the threshold of Tiffany’s, I’m already calmer. My heart rate begins to subside. My mind begins to turn less frantically. I feel soothed, just looking around at the cases full of glittering jewellery. Audrey Hepburn was right: nothing bad could ever happen in Tiffany’s.
************************************************
Somehow I’ve lost sight of what really matters in all this, haven’t I? I’ve been distracted by all the froth. The dress, and the cake, and the presents. When all that really counts is that Luke wants to be with me, and I want to be with him. Oh God, I’ve been such a stupid
fool …
************************************************
I don’t really know what I’m saying. And I don’t think Suze will ever quite understand where I’m coming from. She’s never made any mistakes in her life. She’s always cruised through easily, never up-setting anyone, never getting herself in trouble. But I haven’t. I know what it feels like to do something stupid – or worse than stupid – and then wish, above anything else, that I hadn’t.
************************************************
He looks more than great. He’s looking completely gorgeous, in an immaculate dinner jacket and crisp white dress shirt. His dark hair is glossy under the lights, and I can just smell the familiar scent of his aftershave. And as he meets my eyes, I feel something release inside me, like a coil unwinding. Whatever happens today – whether I pull this off or not – the two of us are together. The two of us will be all right.
************************************************
But Luke shakes his head. ‘There’s only one Becky Bloomwood. Never stop being her.’ He takes both my hands and gazes at me with a strange intensity. ‘Whatever you do. Never stop being Becky Bloomwood.’
Seriously?!? Once again, Becky does something utterly ridiculous. How in the world? But, I keep reading the series, so I must find her a bit endearing. I must admit, I enjoyed the relationship between Luke and Becky better in this book, than the last. But Luke still just seems too good to be true.