Irish Bride by Lynn Bailey

Posted February 1, 2001 by Mrs Giggles in 3 Oogies, Book Reviews, Genre: Historical / 0 Comments

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Irish Bride by Lynn Bailey
Irish Bride by Lynn Bailey

Jove, $5.99, ISBN 0-515-13014-1
Historical Romance, 2001


Irish Bride is actually a standard he-marries-her-for money romance that is as original as its title. But since originality is a luxury in the romance genre, I shouldn’t nitpick on that. But I can say that this story doesn’t actually come to life except at the last few chapters, and until then, it’s pretty mundane all the way.

Sir Nicholas Kirwan inherits a bankrupt title when his father went too many shopping sprees in brothels and gambling dens. So he needs money, so what faster way to get instant cash influx than to marry an heiress, right? But it’s 1816, and Ireland is facing the Great Depression. Heiresses are as rare as dodos.

But one fine day he stumbles upon pretty Blanche Ferris and her broken carriage. Blanche acts like a petulant brat – yes, the Spoiled Prettier, Younger Sister saying hi here. Rietta, the bluestocking elder sister (she reads Jane Austen’s books), appears with help, sees Nick, and her heart beats double time.

What next? They marry, Blanche insinuates that Nick has the hots for her, and Rietta the smart one stews. And stews. There’s a secondary romance between Nick’s sister and a mere tenant of Nick’s land, a relationship which Nick opposes. The final chapters – when Rietta puts her foot down and demands that Nick cease his stubborn interference in his sister’s love life – are when these two finally come to life.

But it’s too late. Nick is the typical war hero who doesn’t believe in love (with no clear, convincing reason as to why), and Rietta is the typical plain elder sister heroine who is convinced that men will always flock to Blanche instead of her. Pretty boring, really, and their marriage progresses in a predictable manner too – wedding night, she gets star struck, she wonders, he wonders, et cetera. There is an amusing irony in here, which I don’t know is intentional or not: sensible Rietta reads Jane Austen (not romance, surely!) while spoiled, bratty Blanche reads – gasp – romances. What’s going on?

Irish Bride is as nondescript a romance as its title suggests. It feels like many romances I have read before, it is inoffensive and pleasant, and it is unfortunately also very easy to forget soon after.

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