
Nicola and the Viscount by Meg Cabot
The heroine has to be wrong and embarrassed, because she dares to have a mind of her own.

The heroine has to be wrong and embarrassed, because she dares to have a mind of her own.
I’ve had fun, but probably for all the wrong reasons.
The hero is just too much here; I can’t appreciate how he just steamrollers the heroine over and over.
What’s this story about again? I’m too enthused to care.
It seems like the author just gave up after a while. Shame, it was decent while it lasted.
This is a painful manual on how to have sex is the name of responsibility and what not.
This is an uneven story saved mostly by the main characters being adorable.
This is a bit old school in style, but it breaks the rules so gloriously that I am completely enraptured by it.
Why pair a feminist to a man who will only hold her back? I don’t get it.
This one infantilizes, rather than celebrates, Native American hotness. A pity.