Why did I pick this book: I participated in the blog tour hosted by I Am A Reader, Not A Writer. (I received a copy of this book for review purposes.)
Did I enjoy this book: I did enjoy this book. It was a quick read that kept me interested.
Prejudice Meets Pride was a fun retelling of the Jane Austen classic. It is very clear who is prideful and who is prejudiced. At first, I didn’t quite understand Emma’s chip. She was really against allowing anyone who tried to help her. It was kind of annoying. I didn’t find out the reason behind those feelings until about halfway through the book. Once I learned the reason, it made it a little easier to understand, but not quite. I also have a lot of questions about why she did the things she did. For example, why did she have to give up her teaching job? She moved with the girls anyway, why not take them to where she had the job? That was never explained, and it didn’t make sense to me (except as a plot device). (UPDATE: The author, Ms. Anderson, commented below about this issue. The reason makes sense to me now, and I don’t know how I missed it. Thank you!!!)
Kevin was a decent guy. He definitely had preconceived ideas about Emma. And he was easily frustrated by her constant refusals of his help. I can see why he would be upset and see her as being ungrateful. It was one of those classic “men just don’t get it” moments. But he genuinely wanted to help her out — at first for himself, then for her and the girls.
Prejudice Meets Pride is a sweet story. It had some really great moments that had me smiling and chuckling.
Would I recommend it: Sure! Especially if you like Pride & Prejudice retellings.
About the book: After years of pinching pennies and struggling to get through art school, Emma Makie’s hard work finally pays off with the offer of a dream job. But when tragedy strikes, she has no choice but to make a cross-country move to Colorado Springs to take temporary custody of her two nieces. She has no money, no job prospects, and no idea how to be a mother to two little girls, but she isn’t about to let that stop her. Nor is she about to accept the help of Kevin Grantham, her handsome new neighbor, who seems to think she’s incapable of doing anything on her own.
“This box is getting power, so it’s not a power issue.” Kevin was at the control box, checking it out. “Are you sure you programmed it right?”
“Yes,” Emma said crossly. Did she really not come across as someone with a brain? “I do know how to read instructions.”
A hint of a smile appeared on his face. “I’m sure you do.” He paused, as though trying to think of another reason her sprinklers weren’t working. “I’m assuming you turned on the stop and waste valve, right?”
Emma bit her lip. He’d assumed she’d done that, which meant any intelligent, logical person would understand what he was talking about. But Emma had no idea what a stop and waste valve was or why she’d need to turn it on. She’d never rented a house with a yard and didn’t know much about sprinklers. The house had water, why didn’t the yard? It didn’t make sense.
The corner of Kevin’s mouth pulled up, and he shook his head as though he couldn’t believe Emma was that clueless. He scanned the garage once more then strode forward and grabbed a rusted, metal T-shaped tool that hung between two nails. He carried it out into the front yard, squatted down, and pried off a green lid in the front corner of the grass. Then he plunged the end of the tool down, fiddled with it for a moment, and turned it slowly to the left.
Emma watched in fascination. So that was the stop and waste valve. Huh.
A spurting noise sounded, and little black tubes popped up all over the front yard, spraying a small amount of water only a foot or two in diameter. The girls squealed in delight, but Emma frowned. That wasn’t right.
“What the—” Kevin spluttered, jumping off the grass and onto the driveway. His hair and shirt were drenched, and no wonder. A tall fountain of water shot from the ground in the far corner, landing in the place where he’d just stood.
About the author: A USA Today bestselling author, Rachael Anderson is the mother of four and is pretty good at breaking up fights, or at least sending guilty parties to their rooms. She can’t sing, doesn’t dance, and despises tragedies. But she recently figured out how yeast works and can now make homemade bread, which she is really good at eating.
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