To Sir Phillip, With Love - Julia Quinn

Sinopse:

Sir Phillip knew that Eloise Bridgerton was a spinster, and so he'd proposed, figuring that she'd be homely and unassuming, and more than a little desperate for an offer of marriage. Except . . . she wasn't. The beautiful woman on his doorstep was anything but quiet, and when she stopped talking long enough to close her mouth, all he wanted to do was kiss her . . . and more.

Did he think she was mad? Eloise Bridgerton couldn't marry a man she had never met! But then she started thinking . . . and wondering . . . and before she knew it, she was in a hired carriage in the middle of the night, on her way to meet the man she hoped might be her perfect match. Except . . . he wasn't. Her perfect husband wouldn't be so moody and ill-mannered, and while Phillip was certainly handsome, he was a large brute of a man, rough and rugged, and totally unlike the London gentlemen vying for her hand. But when he smiled . . . and when he kissed her . . . the rest of the world simply fell away, and she couldn't help but wonder . . . could this imperfect man be perfect for her?Sir Phillip knew that Eloise Bridgerton was a spinster, and so he'd proposed, figuring that she'd be homely and unassuming, and more than a little desperate for an offer of marriage. Except . . . she wasn't. The beautiful woman on his doorstep was anything but quiet, and when she stopped talking long enough to close her mouth, all he wanted to do was kiss her . . . and more.

Did he think she was mad? Eloise Bridgerton couldn't marry a man she had never met! But then she started thinking . . . and wondering . . . and before she knew it, she was in a hired carriage in the middle of the night, on her way to meet the man she hoped might be her perfect match. Except . . . he wasn't. Her perfect husband wouldn't be so moody and ill-mannered, and while Phillip was certainly handsome, he was a large brute of a man, rough and rugged, and totally unlike the London gentlemen vying for her hand. But when he smiled . . . and when he kissed her . . . the rest of the world simply fell away, and she couldn't help but wonder . . . could this imperfect man be perfect for her?

Opinião:

Começo por confessar que, por entre outras leituras, preciso destes livros mais 'leves', que me ocupam só um dia ou dois e me deixam bem disposta. Foram as opiniões e comentários da Jen7waters e da P7 que me convenceram a ler o primeiro desta série... aha! Muito muito muito obrigada!

Já sabia que ia gostar da história da Eloise, a solteirona inteligente, tagarela, impulsiva e desbocada mais deliciosa à face da terra! A Eloise tem uma boa cabeça entre os ombros... mas nem sempre a usa antes de agir ou falar. Ponto final. Por causa disso, vê-se metida na toca do lobo... hummmm. Não. Nada disso...  

O pobre 'lobo' está assoberbado pela sua desgraça pessoal e pela incapacidade para lidar com os seus próprios lobinhos ferozes (monstrinhos solitários que colam cabelos de nannies à almofada e armadilham portas com baldes de farinha, ohhhhhhh). O desgraçado que, tão bem intencionado, vejam, anda  à procura de uma nova mãe que ponha mão nos filhos, vê-se assaltado primeiro pela Eloise, depois pelos homens da família...  quatro Bridegertons furiosos de uma só vez, dois a apertar-lhe o gasganete, um capaz de devorar a comida deste mundo e do próximo, e o último amuado porque nem a mana o trata como o homem que (acha que) é!!

Vá, chega de SPOILERS. Prometi a mim própria fugr deles como o diabo da cruz, nas minhas opiniões. Ora vejamos: a história está bem construída, dentro do género, e os diálogos, sobretudo com os irmãos, são de ir às lágrimas de riso (interno, hem, que isto de rir sozinha pode parecer suspeito). E... ai, as 'terrinas' tentadoras da wench Lucy!! O romance é ultra romântico mesmo no finzinho,  bom para quem gosta de açucar e chocolate... e pétalas na cama... 

E mais não digo. Vou aos Cisnes, mas não tarda nada estou de volta aos Bridgertons.

**Recomendo sem reservas para quem vem de fábrica com várias costelas românticas e gosta de ler com um sorriso do lado direito da boca (pode ser do esquerdo, não tem mal)