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Kopš šīs maģiskās nakts mirdzošais tēls sudrabotā tērpā ir padarījis Benediktu aklu pret visām citām daiļavām – un vienīgais izņēmums varbūt ir valdzinošā un dīvaini pazīstamā būtne istabmeitas ietērpā, kuru viņam nākas glābt no ļoti nepatīkamas situācijas. Benedikts ir zvērējis atrast un apprecēt savu noslēpumaino skaistuli, tomēr vilinošā istabmeita iekvēlina alkas un dara viņu vāju. Bet, ja viņš ļaus vaļu sirdij, vai tas nozīmēs upurēt savu vienīgo izloloto sapņa mīlestību?
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Benedict e Sophie são os melhores, amei o fato do livro ser uma releitura de cinderela.
I fear Netflix Benedict and Book Benedict are not the same man.
This started off so strong. Give me a Cinderella retelling, a masquerade ball, yearning, and forbidden romance and I'm seated. Sophie was easily the best part of this book. Girl went through absolute hell and still managed to have more dignity and backbone than most people around her.
Unfortunately, Benedict spent a concerning amount of this book asking Sophie to be his mistress, refusing to take no for an answer, and acting shocked that she might want more for herself. Sir, please be serious.
The romance had moments that were genuinely sweet, especially the "it's always been you" aspect, but I never fully bought into their relationship because so much of it was Benedict trying to get his way. Violet Bridgerton honestly carried half this book on her back.
Overall, perfectly readable, occasionally charming, but nowhere near as romantic as it thought it was. Sophie deserved better for at least 75% of this story.
I had a hard time in the beginning of the book with the narration. Very overly explanatory, lacking in elegance and trust in the reader, and with very unrealistic reactions from the characters. As it moved along, these annoyances stopped screaming at me and it became more readable. Still, plagued with cardboard characters and lacking in immersion. It's not offensive, doesn't demand much from the reader. It is in essence a piece of fluff, which I gather, must be the intention.