I'm tempted to start a slow clap for this book. The second installment of the Wallflowers
series is even better than the fist and I have a sneaking suspicion that the third is going to be even better.
I don't want to gush too much, but I'm finding that Lisa Kleypas' characterization is her strong suit. The heroine, Lillian Bowman, is a crude American heiress, but you can't fault her for her shortcomings. Her disregard for proper etiquette makes her more appealing. I don't think it's fair to compare her to the heroine of the first novel, Annabelle, because they're two different characters with different backgrounds and such, but if I had to choose, I found Lillian to be more enjoyable. I'm not saying that I disliked Annabelle, but Lillian was simply more fun.
The main love interest for Lillian was the seemingly uptight Lord Westcliff. Watching that man lose is calm and calculated behavior was like a drug, though I wished he put up more of a struggle in regards to losing his composure; although, I can understand the author's decision to make it more liberating rather than frightening.
St. Vincent. Oh. My. Eff. He came so close to stealing the whole show for me. As just the reader, his charisma was almost palpable and if weren’t for my already extensive reading list for this month, I'd start devouring the next book seeing as how his love interest is the stammering introvert, Evie. The two of them seem even more polarizing opposites than Marcus and Lillian.
I'm quickly becoming some sort of breed of Kleypas fangirl. It may be a diagnosis that I'll have to live with for the rest of my life, but it's a burden I am happy to bear.