Regarding the second book of the Bevelstoke series (What Happens in London), which included another sitting through the Smythe-Smith Quartet, as mentioned above, and although I've finished the third and last book in the series, here is a look back to the second book below. As with other book series that offer up good humour, this one was simply - well very odd with a kind of slapstick silliness to it.
Now to borrow and corrupt Julia's style to explain it:
Sir Harry Valentine moves next door to Olivia Bevelstoke, and they One: dislike each other immensely on account of fabricated rumours, however Two: they both must confront each other in society, wherein Three: Harry has a special assignment that requires him to be close to Four: Olivia Bevelstoke at all times - this is tricky.
For Harry, this also would not be so bad until a rather enamoured Russian Prince shows Olivia specific (and unwanted) attention. This attention results in further explosive tensions between the Prince and Harry (vodka and punches are thrown sometime later). In the meantime, there is Five: accusations and a tenuous courtship taking place between open windows, which then moves to Six: Olivia's parlour, that includes not only Harry, but Harry's cousin Sebastian, and his younger brother Edward, along with the Russian Prince (much to the dismay of Harry), Olivia herself, who would like nothing better then to be elsewhere, and wherein Sebastian suddenly takes it upon himself to Seven: voraciously read from a copy of Miss Butterworth and the Mad Baron (by renown author Sarah Gorely - more on her in book III) while Eight: standing atop a table reading, not only to the aforementioned persons, but to Nine: three maids with tear in their eyes huddled together on a settee, along with the house butler, who is intensely arguing with the noble Russian Prince. And all the while that this is taking place, there is Ten: Olivia's mother upstairs in the house, completely unaware of what is going on within her own parlour (with her own house staff and daughter), until that is that there is a mighty crash.
Eleven: forgot to mention that there is the body guard to the Russian Prince in the parlour, Vladimir (or Vlad the Impaler as he is also referred to in the book).
This book is crazy (somewhat in alignment with the Anton Chekhov story above ), and gets more silly as it goes along, and yet fun relief from some of the more serious stories.
Coming back to the Smythe-Smith Quartet, here is a scene from Just Like Heaven:
Now to borrow and corrupt Julia's style to explain it:
Sir Harry Valentine moves next door to Olivia Bevelstoke, and they One: dislike each other immensely on account of fabricated rumours, however Two: they both must confront each other in society, wherein Three: Harry has a special assignment that requires him to be close to Four: Olivia Bevelstoke at all times - this is tricky.
For Harry, this also would not be so bad until a rather enamoured Russian Prince shows Olivia specific (and unwanted) attention. This attention results in further explosive tensions between the Prince and Harry (vodka and punches are thrown sometime later). In the meantime, there is Five: accusations and a tenuous courtship taking place between open windows, which then moves to Six: Olivia's parlour, that includes not only Harry, but Harry's cousin Sebastian, and his younger brother Edward, along with the Russian Prince (much to the dismay of Harry), Olivia herself, who would like nothing better then to be elsewhere, and wherein Sebastian suddenly takes it upon himself to Seven: voraciously read from a copy of Miss Butterworth and the Mad Baron (by renown author Sarah Gorely - more on her in book III) while Eight: standing atop a table reading, not only to the aforementioned persons, but to Nine: three maids with tear in their eyes huddled together on a settee, along with the house butler, who is intensely arguing with the noble Russian Prince. And all the while that this is taking place, there is Ten: Olivia's mother upstairs in the house, completely unaware of what is going on within her own parlour (with her own house staff and daughter), until that is that there is a mighty crash.
Eleven: forgot to mention that there is the body guard to the Russian Prince in the parlour, Vladimir (or Vlad the Impaler as he is also referred to in the book).
This book is crazy (somewhat in alignment with the Anton Chekhov story above ), and gets more silly as it goes along, and yet fun relief from some of the more serious stories.
Coming back to the Smythe-Smith Quartet, here is a scene from Just Like Heaven: