- Quinn, Julia, 1970- Bridgerton series ;
- Regency fiction
New York, New York :
Avon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers
- Item Description
- Originally published in 2005.
"NETFLIX. Inspiration of the Netflix original series Bridgerton"--Cover
Includes 2nd epilogue originally published as an e-book (pages 379-406).
- Physical Description
- 406 pages : genealogical table ; 21 cm
- Main Author
Hyacinth Bridgerton offers to translate an old family diary for Gareth St. Clair, but as they delve into the mysterious text, they discover that the answers they seek are not in the diary, but in each other.Review by Publisher Summary 2
A New York Times BestsellerFrom #1 New York Times bestselling author Julia Quinn comes the story of Hyacinth Bridgerton, in the seventh of her beloved Regency-set novels featuring the charming, powerful Bridgerton family, now a series created by Shondaland for Netflix.HYACINTH’S STORYMeet Our Hero . . .Gareth St. Clair is in a bind. His father, who detests him, is determined to beggar the St. Clair estates and ruin his inheritance. Gareth’s sole bequest is an old family diary, which may or may not contain the secrets of his past . . . and the key to his future. The problem is—it’s written in Italian, of which Gareth speaks not a word.Meet Our Heroine . . .All the ton agreed: there was no one quite like Hyacinth Bridgerton. She’s fiendishly smart, devilishly outspoken, and according to Gareth, probably best in small doses. But there’s something about her—something charming and vexing—that grabs him and won’t quite let go . . .Meet Poor Mr. Mozart . . . Or don’t. But rest assured, he’s spinning in his grave when Gareth and Hyacinth cross paths at the annual—and annually discordant—Smythe-Smith musicale. To Hyacinth, Gareth’s every word seems a dare, and she offers to translate his diary, even though her Italian is slightly less than perfect. But as they delve into the mysterious text, they discover that the answers they seek lie not in the diary, but in each other . . . and that there is nothing as simple—or as complicated—as a single, perfect kiss.