I've been reading this book called "The Lost Duke of The Wyndham" by Julia Quinn. Yes, it's a romance. It's incredibly long, but I'm finding it enjoyable.
Anyway, yesterday I read this passage that made me stop. Laugh a little. Then make it to share later.
A small bit of backstory on this book...this guy Jack is 28 and living in England. He is an orphan, his father having died before his birth and his mother dying not long after giving birth. He knew nothing about his parents except what his aunt told him. Skip ahead 28 years...he's now a highway man. Robbing from the rich to give to the poor. He likens himself to Robin Hood. He attempts to rob a coach one night only to discover the older woman inside seems to know him. "You look just like my late son," she tells him.
Come to find out, his father was her middle son. And what he didn't know was his father came from a very well off family. In fact, he most likely would have been the duke of his land if he hadn't died. Now, he is the oldest grandson and possibly the rightful duke.
What makes it all worse, is he cannot stand this new family. He doesn't want to be the duke. He doesn't want to go back to being a highwayman. He's fallen in love with his grandmother's companion, Grace, and wants nothing more than to just walk away from this life with only Grace by his side.
So, I read this passage where he laments about how he was never right for school...
Not to mention how desperately wrong he was for school. He still had dreams about it. Certainly not nightmares -- it could not be worth the energy. But every month or so he woke up from one of those annoying visions where he was back at school (rather absurdly at his current age of eight and twenty). It was always of a similar nature. He looked down at his schedule and suddenly realized he'd forgotten to attend Latin class for an entire term. Or arrived for an exam without his trousers.
When I read that paragraph, I thought, "I'm not crazy!" LOL!
Just had to share.
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