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A review by amibunk
Dancing at Midnight by Julia Quinn
1.0
My romance reading orgy continued with the second installment of Julia Quinn's "Splendid" trilogy.
And all I have to say is...WHAT THE HELL MS. QUINN!?!
Belle and John are the two most ridiculously stupid and overdramatic characters I have ever had the sorry misfortune to read about. John is moody and selfish, while being the largest puss-filled pimple on the butt cheek of Regency romances. And Belle? She is simply a thousand times worse: shrill and nonsensical (despite being called intelligent four million times in the course of the novel) and overly-emotional, not to mention recklessly indifferent to everyone else's feelings in the novel, except hers. I really wish she could be magically transported to a busy New York City street and ran over with a bus.
I have called it quits on finishing the Splendid trilogy despite my newfound knowledge of checking library books out with my Overdrive app. No technological triumph is worth finishing this series. Do yourself a favor and skip this book.
And all I have to say is...WHAT THE HELL MS. QUINN!?!
Belle and John are the two most ridiculously stupid and overdramatic characters I have ever had the sorry misfortune to read about. John is moody and selfish, while being the largest puss-filled pimple on the butt cheek of Regency romances. And Belle? She is simply a thousand times worse: shrill and nonsensical (despite being called intelligent four million times in the course of the novel) and overly-emotional, not to mention recklessly indifferent to everyone else's feelings in the novel, except hers. I really wish she could be magically transported to a busy New York City street and ran over with a bus.
I have called it quits on finishing the Splendid trilogy despite my newfound knowledge of checking library books out with my Overdrive app. No technological triumph is worth finishing this series. Do yourself a favor and skip this book.