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“I’d never bought the idea that a person had a ‘better half.’ Neil had called me his other half when he’d proposed, as though without me, he lacked some vital component. It was a sweet notion, but I found a much simpler explanation as to why people shape you and change you…. We didn’t need each other to be whole. We were already whole, and we chose to love each other, to be more.”

“‘Did you enjoy yourself? Anything you would have changed?’ It was his usual check in, and I loved it every time. It felt nice to be valued, rather than abandoned with a quick cuddle before the snores started. My past partners had been terrible for that.”

“I couldn’t believe my good luck. I was with a man who cherished and appreciated me as a friend and a lover. A man who had loved me from the first time we’d met, and who’d proposed to me because he wanted to spend the rest of our lives together. A man who created splendid new memories for me every day, and this day would be no exception.”

One Million Page Princess

We’re baaaaaaack. This time with the third instalment from Abigail Barnette aka Jenny Trout. You can find my reviews for the first two books in this series here and hereThe Bride picks up where The Girlfriend left off, and based on the title I’m sure you can tell what happens in it, so no surprises there.

If you liked the first two, you’ll probably like this one as well as it is very much just more of the same. I have to say though, I really appreciate the author’s decision to allow a level of honesty about relationships very rarely seen in erotica literature (or any literature at all really). Truthfully, I would say this novel is more about partnership and relationship dynamics mixed with a little sex than it is the other way around. For example, the fact that Sophie and Neil’s 25 year age difference causes some major problems and judgement for them is discussed openly, as is the necessity for Neil to need Viagra on occasion to be intimate.

So often young men and women read books, hear songs, or see movies and TV shows (porn included) that give them unrealistic expectations of what a relationship should look like. They either glamourize the drama of a tumultuous relationship as being ‘real love’ because it’s exciting, or preach that it only takes some ridiculously minimal amount of effort that revolves around a few significant romantic gestures in order for a relationship to have sustainability. The reality is life has some shitty moments; it just does. Relationship’s aren’t easy, and require a lot of effort, but that effort should always be respectful. Dramatic passionate fights aren’t sustainable, and neither is wishing your sex life was like a porno. Life is full of ups and downs, and I truly believe one of the main components to finding a lasting and enduring love, is finding someone you can suffer with.

Of course we never want to focus on the crappy parts of life. The parts that make us feel hollow and scared or completely destitute are always the last thing we want to discuss, but at the end of the day, shit happens, and you need to take a good hard look at who it is beside you when you’re going through those rough patches. It’s real easy to stay with someone when it’s all rainbows and sunshine and adventure, but who do you want by your side when you have the stomach flu, if you lose your job, when a parent dies, or sickeningly worse, if your child dies?

Sophie takes an awfully big chance falling in love with a man who after being diagnosed with very severe cancer, knows has a slim chance of pulling through. Yet she chooses to love him anyway, and takes that vow of ‘in sickness and in health’ to heart. I admire that. And I admire this series. It really puts the 50 Shades style books to shame, and I hope it gains traction among all the women across the world who read about Christian Grey and thought that was hot. That isn’t hot. Finding a man who cherishes you and values your opinion and catalyzes you to grow and change and mature, and who supports you but still respects your independence AND can turn it on in the bedroom? THAT, is hot.

Until next time,

OMPP