Before I get into anything, I just want to say that the star of this book was Anthony and the true love story was the love between the Bridgertons. I would honestly prefer to read a whole book centred around them just being brothers and sisters and going about their day-to-day activities.

That aside, my thoughts on this book are a little conflicted. On one hand, it made me appreciate the show and all the changes it made to the story, and on the other hand, I am appalled because WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT? I know the themes in this book are rather dated, even for a historical romance, but man, if you’d told me I would go into this to see what was pretty much spousal rape, I’d have called you a donkey.
Simon and Daphne weren’t very good people and Daphne was worse with no redeeming qualities. I did not find their love story compelling, I did not agree with any decisions Daphne made, and I would have preferred if Simon had learned his lessons and gotten over his issues without Daphne’s involvement (but then we wouldn’t have a story). AND SHE DID NOT APOLOGISE. Lord. 

I’m so glad the show had good subplots to help pad Simon and Daphne’s almost dull story.