I couldn’t wait to read The Secrets of Sir Richard Kenworthy by Julia Quinn. Her previous books featuring the Smythe-Smiths and their appalling musicales have been entertaining in the extreme.
This one didn’t disappoint. Even funnier than the concert was the play put on by the cousins who alas are no better actresses than they are musicians. I was snorting with laughter throughout that chapter. (For those who have read earlier books, let me reveal that one prominent character in the play is a unicorn Wink, wink.)
Quinn’s descriptions of sisterly relationships were also both funny and accurate. It is indeed quite possible to love one’s sister dearly and want to throttle her simultaneously.
Sir Richard is a darling albeit fairly clueless about the workings of the female mind. I was honestly surprised when his secret was finally revealed to his new bride Iris. Thank heavens she has a good heart, a good head on her shoulders, and the gumption developed through years of dealing with all those sisters.