Reading The Duke and I by Julia Quinn was such an enchanting experience, diving into the world of Regency London. A romance that makes you want to attend glittering balls and share whispered secrets on promenade strolls through wisteria-arched parks.

As I surrendered to the allure of Daphne Bridgerton and the Duke of Hastings’ story, I found myself swept off my feet. Together, we waltzed the complex dance of love and societal expectations, swaying to the gentle rhythm of family bonds and the irresistible pull of forbidden romance. I was particularly fond of Daphne’s character. Despite her innocence and fresh naivety, she was a fiery character with a lot of wit.

While the Netflix adaptation might offer a better interpretation, I also found comfort in the original story. Yet, beneath the surface, I couldn’t help but find certain aspects of the story to be rather sexist and disturbing. While it might have served as a mirror for the societal norms that influenced and limited their world.

Despite other criticisms, like using trauma as a justification for behaving poorly, this novel enchanted me with its fake dating trope, weaving a spell of tender moments and fiery passions that left me breathless. So, if you yearn for an escape into the world of regency romance, I highly recommend you this swooning tale. If you seek historical accuracy though, you may wish to abstain from reading this one.