Buon lunedì, prodi seguaci!☔️
Fine settimana di piogge (e grandinate, purtroppo), ma almeno dei bei libri mi hanno fatto buona compagnia mentre fuori fulmini, vento, acqua e ghiaccio facevano bisboccia (e magari allə prossimə che mi dice che il cambiamento climatico è tutta una balla tirerò un chicco di grandine grosso come una cavolo di noce).
Quindi oggi vi regalo una citazione da Behind These Doors di Jude Lucens, che è riuscita a risollevare la mia opinione sui romance storici.
Aubrey twitched his shoulders uncomfortably. «People are… I mean, we’re all the same at heart, aren’t we?»
«No. We are not. You assume everyone thinks like you, but we don’t; we can’t. We have to worry about things you barely consider. Your voices are automatically heard and respected over ours. Some of us can’t even vote! You get respect and deference wherever you go, just for existing, while we’re expected to provide that deference, regardless of how you treat us. It affects the way we think and the way we see the world and the way the world sees and treats us. I’m never going to think like a nob, Aubrey, and I don’t want to. I’ll never pass for a nob – not under close scrutiny – and I don’t want to. I’ll never fit into your social world, however much you want me to. And I don’t really want to».
Aubrey walked in silence a while, thinking. Then, «You know, I like you as you are. I don’t need you to fit in. And I don’t particularly like my social world either».
«You’re entitled to it anyway, and I’m not, even if I wanted it». Lucien sighed. «I’m trying to explain that the problems I have are not the problems you have».
«Yes, all right: I understand».
«You can’t fully, not with the best will in the world. How can I be friends with people who use their position to crush their social inferiors? Even if I didn’t care about them crushing others – and I do – I’m their social inferior: I could be next if I offend them. If they were really vicious, they could target my family, too, and there’s nothing I could do to stop them. Besides, they can’t see me as a friend, because they can’t see me as an equal. I don’t make a habit of developing friendships with people who think they’re better than I am».
Lucien Saxby is a journalist, writing for the society pages. The Honourable Aubrey Fanshawe, second son of an earl, is Society. They have nothing in common, until a casual encounter leads to a crisis.
Aubrey isn’t looking for love. He already has it, in his long-term clandestine relationship with Lord and Lady Hernedale. And Lucien is the last man Aubrey should want. He’s a commoner, raised in service, socially unacceptable. Worse, he writes for a disreputable, gossip-hungry newspaper. Aubrey can’t afford to trust him when arrest and disgrace are just a breath away.
Lucien doesn’t trust nobs. Painful experience has taught him that working people simply don’t count to them. Years ago, he turned his back on a life of luxury so his future wouldn’t depend on an aristocrat’s whim. Now, thanks to Aubrey, he’s becoming entangled in the risky affairs of the upper classes, antagonising people who could destroy him with a word.
Aubrey and Lucien have too much to hide—and too much between them to ignore. Rejecting the strict rules and closed doors of Edwardian society might lead them both to ruin… but happiness and integrity alike demand it.