I feel like I'm quite literally the only one that didn't love this book. Looking at the ratings, I'm not really exaggerating. I'm not sure about everyone else but for me this book was just...awful. Not the worst book I've read by a long shot, but nothing about it was good. Everyone loved this book! I was so sure this was just going to be great. Within 5 pages it all went to hell. 
 One of my favorite tropes is the good ol' "I'm going to shatter all your preconceived notions of who I am or what I am". He thinks she stupid? She turns out to be a secret best-selling novelist. She thinks he's a hard-hearted douche? He writes sigh worthy poetry. He thinks she can't so much as hold a bow properly because she's a woman? She beats him in an archery competition. You know the type. This book falls under that category, but all it did was tell me over and over and over that this is exactly what the book was. It was the most glaringly obvious case of telling not showing that I've read in quite a while. She complains that riding in a carriage for 5 days was uncomfortable, he thinks to himself that she is a horrible harridan that complains too much. Not two pages later, she's in the rain riding a horse in breeches (astride of course) Why? I have no idea. I guess going out in the rain on horseback by yourself in men's clothing in a new country (Scotland) just sounded like a good idea. Or perhaps it was was that he would think to himself how wrong he was. Everyone decides to go shopping and the hero is so very surprised when the heroine decides to go into a bookstore instead of a ribbon shop. GASP. Even worse, the hero goes with her, and it turns out GASP, he reads too! I feel like I'm being harsh, I don't mean to be, but it was like there was a checklist for expectations and prejudices that were systematically ticked off and challenged, and nothing else. The book was literally one expectation shattered after another. I suppose that isn't a bad thing if done well, but in my opinion, it wasn't. After a while, I was starting to feel a little insulted the way everything was spelled out and explained. 
 I get it. Most of the time I read romance because I don't want to work for it. Sometimes I need some of it spoon-fed to me. I don't want to have to dig for the deeper meaning and look for themes. That's different. This felt like someone explaining a book they'd once read that they really liked. I found the romance a bit underwhelming considering how long I had to read about how much Liam wanted a strong and sturdy Scottish lass to bear him children and how Sybil was so sure that Liam just wanted to drink and have lusty sex with any woman in the vicinity. Even as they each moved passed their own ignorance and stupidity I just didn't care. I wanted to, I just didn't. 
 I guess it just wasn't for me. Oh well. Better luck next time.