Despite being over 400 pages, this book was an incredibly quick read. I snort-laughed multiple times (to the other people in the dentist’s waiting room: I’m sorry), wanted to strangle the main characters multiple times, and will probably read this book again multiple times. The book was absurdly predictable, full of every cliché possible, unbelievably unrealistic, and the writing was aggressively mediocre. All that said: What a hilariously fun book!
Since the beginning of time, the Montford dukedom (famous for their stuffiness) and the Honeywell family (famous for their homemade ale) have been sworn mortal enemies. So when the Duke of Montford—his real name is Cyril…a truly awful name—discovers that the patriarch of the Honeywell family is dead, he wonders why on earth the estate (which is originally part of the Dukedom, but has been leased to the Honeywell for hundreds of years) is still running. And when his man of affairs doesn’t return after going to Yorkshire to inspect said estate there is only one thing for Montford to do: visit it himself.
At the estate, Montford meets the now matriarch of the Honeywell family: Astrid Honeywell—who really, really, really hates the fact that she has to relinquish her family estate just because of her gender. Astrid is the anthesis of Montford. She’s messy, unorganized, loud, and has a zeal for life. The two immediately clash as Astrid fights to keep her estate.
The hijinks that ensue in this book will make you laugh. The humor is not at all sophisticated in any sense—this is the book of slapstick humor. The two throw things at each other for goodness sake. But just the absolutely ridiculous scenarios that occur when the two try and one-up each other are golden. Even the “serious” scenes in this book feel like a bit of a joke. This book will definitely not tug at your heartstrings or bring about any emotion other than giddiness.
Quite honestly, neither of the characters were particularly likable. I liked Montford more than Astrid. Despite the fact that he definitely had a stick his butt, his cluelessness was endearing. I just wanted to give him a hug as I watched him grapple with a situation that went wildly out of control. Astrid was just…immensely immature. I would have believed she was 12 before I believed she was 26. She threw food at Montford! I know Fenton was trying to go with a strong independent woman vibe, but I got more moody-teenage-upset-at-her-parents vibe instead.
While the writing was fine, whoever edited this book missed the fact that essentially every single line of dialogue ended with an exclamation mark! I think I counted twenty on one page alone! I hope the rest of the series doesn’t make this mistake! It drove me crazy!
In conclusion, despite the fact that I think this review came off rather negative, I really did enjoy this read. You just need to know what you’re getting in for. If you ever need to get your mind off something serious, I would highly recommend this book.