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372 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published January 25, 2011
“I suppose you think I’ll fall in love with you,” he said.My favorite TV character in the whole, wide world, is this man. I adore him and his cranky ass.
“Quite likely.”
“How long do you give yourself?” He sounded genuinely curious.
“Two weeks at the outside.” And then she did give him the smile—dimples, charm, sensuality and all.
He didn’t even blink. “Was that the best you’ve got?”
“Generally, that’s more than enough.”
“I suppose I should say something reassuring at this point.” He pitched his voice to a groveling apology. “It’s not me, it’s you.” Then: “Oops! Got that backwards. It’s not you, it’s me.”
“A barking-mad doctor—that’s me—and a wickedly conniving beauty—that’s you—limping along together in a lifetime of happiness? I hardly think so. You’ve been reading too many fairy stories.”
“Who says I can read? I can barely count, remember?”
He glanced at her and she decided, once again, to withhold the family smile. “I’m starting to think I may have been wrong about your abilities. You can probably count all the way to ten and back.”
“That just warms my heart,” she cooed.
“Piers looked up at him. 'You're new. What's your name?'
'Neythen, my lord.'
'Sounds like a terrible illness. No, more like a bowel problem. I'm sorry, Lord Sandys, your son has contracted neythen and won't live a month. No, no, there's nothing I can do. Sandys would have preferred hearing that to syphilis.”
The door opened and Prufrock ushered in the three young doctors currently making a nuisance of themselves trying to learn medicine.KIBBLES AND BITTS! These little bits of humor in this book warms me old cockles. And then there's his cousin Sébastien, the Regency equivalent of the charming, affable Wilson. His best friend (although Piers would vehemently deny it), and the one who understands him more than he likes.
“Penders, Kibbles, and Bitts,” Piers said, nodding at each in turn. “Kibbles is the only one with working brains; Bitts is a gentleman, so there weren’t any for him to inherit. And Penders is improving, which is good because there was nowhere to go but up.
“You think you’ve suddenly developed the ability to diagnose me, of all people? You can’t even manage a simple fever.”
“I know that you have an affinity for unhappiness,” Sébastien said, tipping his glass to his lips. “In fact, paradoxically, you don’t feel truly happy unless you are unhappy. The way to do that is to push away the people who give a damn about your nasty hide. Me, for one—except that I’m impossible to dislodge, so you seem to have given up on me. Your parents.” He turned and raised his glass in the direction of Linnet. “Your utterly beautiful fiancée.
He put his glass down on the sideboard. “You and I, we’ve always been together.”
“Just break it to me gently, will you? You’re running off with a dairymaid.”
“God Almighty, your ruined, and you didn't even eat the gingerbread.”
“I do believe that his given name is something odd. Peregrine, Penrose- Piers, that's it."
"He sounds like a dock." Lord Sundron put in.
"Mrs. Hutchins called me a light frigate this morning," Linnet said "a dock might be just the thing for me.”
"You will never love anyone but me."Piers and Linnet were all kinds of farcical bantering fun! I devoured their story and would definitely reread it again in the future.