The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue, Mackenzi Lee
It’s difficult to describe (in a way that isn’t just incoherent screeching) how much I truly enjoyed reading The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue. For a while I was stuck in two reading ruts: the first being that I wasn’t finishing anything I started, and the second being that most of what I started and finished wasn’t necessarily a light, summer-y read. The same cannot be said for Gentleman’s Guide. I tore through Mackenzi Lee’s romantic romp, and if you’re anything like me (looking for something heartwarming and action packed to read by the pool or at the beach) then chances are you will too.
Henry “Monty” Montague was raised all his life to be a proper gentleman. He’d make a fine one too, if it weren’t for his many roguish tendencies (including, but certainly not limited to, gambling, drinking, and pursuing romantic trysts with both sexes.) There’s also the small matter of Monty being head-over-heels in love with his childhood best friend, Percy. Not one to ever easily give up, Monty decides to make his year long Grand Tour a final, self-indulgent hurrah. Of course, nothing goes to plan. When one of Monty’s more impulsive decisions turns their trip into a manhunt, the boys soon find themselves on the run from highwaymen, conspiring with pirates, and facing their feelings in the most daunting way possible: head on.