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The Secret Diaries of Miss Miranda Cheever

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  • 368 stránok
  • 13 hodin čítania

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The first book in the Bevelstoke series: witty, irresistibly romantic and by the bestselling author of the global phenomenon Bridgerton '2nd March 1810 . . . Today, I fell in love' At the age of ten, Miss Miranda Cheever showed no signs of ever becoming a Great Beauty. Her hair was lamentably brown, her eyes the same muddy colour, and her legs, which were uncommonly long, lacked anything which might remotely be called grace. So, even at ten, Miranda learned to accept the expectations society held for her - until the afternoon when the handsome and dashing Viscount Turner solemnly kissed her hand and promised her that one day she would grow into herself, that one day she would be as beautiful as she already was smart. Even at ten, Miranda knew she would love him forever. Now, eight years later, Miranda is a woman grown, and Turner an embittered widower. But she has never forgotten his kindness. Indeed, in her diary she confides the truth: she has never stopped loving Turner, and she has never stopped hoping that one day he will see her as more than a naive girl . . .

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The Secret Diaries of Miss Miranda Cheever, Julie Quinnová

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Jazyk
anglicky
Vydavateľ
Piatkus Books
Rok vydania
2021
Väzba
mäkká
Počet strán
368
ISBN10
0349430500
ISBN13
9780349430508
Prvé vydanie
2007
Pôvodný názov
The Secret Diaries of Miss Miranda Cheever
Hodnotenie
3,85 z 5
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The first book in the Bevelstoke series: witty, irresistibly romantic and by the bestselling author of the global phenomenon Bridgerton '2nd March 1810 . . . Today, I fell in love' At the age of ten, Miss Miranda Cheever showed no signs of ever becoming a Great Beauty. Her hair was lamentably brown, her eyes the same muddy colour, and her legs, which were uncommonly long, lacked anything which might remotely be called grace. So, even at ten, Miranda learned to accept the expectations society held for her - until the afternoon when the handsome and dashing Viscount Turner solemnly kissed her hand and promised her that one day she would grow into herself, that one day she would be as beautiful as she already was smart. Even at ten, Miranda knew she would love him forever. Now, eight years later, Miranda is a woman grown, and Turner an embittered widower. But she has never forgotten his kindness. Indeed, in her diary she confides the truth: she has never stopped loving Turner, and she has never stopped hoping that one day he will see her as more than a naive girl . . .