The Secret Diary of Miss Miranda Cheever by Julia Quinn
I grabbed this book of my bookshelf when I was organizing my shelves (which I find very satisfying) because I thought that it was one of my favorites. But it is not really. I liked it, but I didn't love it as much as I thought. The heroine was funny and interesting - although she got a little weird at the end. But the hero was too "damaged by a tragic past and now is afraid of love" for my tastes. Don't get me wrong, I love a damaged hero as much as the next person. Maybe more. But this was too much.
Edited to add: I looked back at my post from the first time I read this book and I said almost the exact same thing. At least I am consistent!
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