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A review by balyeska
To Swoon and to Spar by Martha Waters
3.0
this was a marriage of convenience between penvale and jane, she was his uncle's ward and they got married when penvale bought his childhood home back from his uncle. Jane didn't want another man to control her life so she continued acting as though the house was haunted. it worked with the uncle but panvale didn't believe it and i feel sad for him because he was so happy that finally he was able to come back his home and she tried to chase him away.
she wasn't very lovely to me and selfish a lot. penvale tried really hard and they could easily have a good marriage with mutual respect and later with affection. i enjoyed the book more after he realized she was the ghost and talked about it. but the book ended abruptly, i was expecting them to spend more time after they realized both were in love and there wasn't an epilogue so idk the story didn't felt completed.
but i enjoyed their banter and easy conversations. they were funny without even trying.
“I don’t speak baby,” she told him.
“What am I supposed to do with it?” he asked.
“Try… cuddling it?” she suggested.
The look he gave her implied that she may as well have suggested climbing into bed with a lion, but he gingerly pressed the baby to his chest. He looked at Jane. “Now what?”
“I’ve seen people pat them before,” she said helpfully. “On the back, I believe?”
she wasn't very lovely to me and selfish a lot. penvale tried really hard and they could easily have a good marriage with mutual respect and later with affection. i enjoyed the book more after he realized she was the ghost and talked about it. but the book ended abruptly, i was expecting them to spend more time after they realized both were in love and there wasn't an epilogue so idk the story didn't felt completed.
but i enjoyed their banter and easy conversations. they were funny without even trying.
“I don’t speak baby,” she told him.
“What am I supposed to do with it?” he asked.
“Try… cuddling it?” she suggested.
The look he gave her implied that she may as well have suggested climbing into bed with a lion, but he gingerly pressed the baby to his chest. He looked at Jane. “Now what?”
“I’ve seen people pat them before,” she said helpfully. “On the back, I believe?”