Julia Quinn
Julia Quinn was born in 1970 in Washington, D.C., and is a citizen of the United States. She writes in English and has built her career as a novelist, working within the historical romance genre.
Quinn attended the Hotchkiss School before going on to study at Harvard University. After completing her education, she pursued writing as her profession, producing fiction in the historical romance genre.
Her notable work is Bridgerton, a title that has become associated with her name as a novelist. The work represents the kind of historical romance writing that has defined her output as a fiction writer.
Quinn was born in Washington, D.C., in 1970, and her education at two well-regarded institutions — Hotchkiss School and Harvard University — preceded her career as a novelist. Her work in historical romance, including Bridgerton, remains the clearest marker of what she has produced as a writer.
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For me, the dialogue is the easiest part of writing. It just always seems so obvious what a character will say. Maybe it's because I talk too much!
Michael felt something tearing in his chest. His heart, probably, but he was growing so used to the feeling it was a wonder he still noticed it.
George leaned to the right so that he could see her from behind his brother. “Shall I strangle him or will you?” She rewarded him with a devious smile. “Oh, it must be a joint endeavor, don’t you think?” “So that you may share the blame?” Andrew quipped. “So that we may share the joy,” Billie corrected. “You wound me.” “Happily, I assure you.
He rolled his eyes. Why was he surprised about anything having to do with her? Of course she’d be able to lift a large stone. She was Henry. She could probably lift him.
There were a thousand ways to make an idiot of oneself, with new opportunities arising every day. It was exhausting trying to avoid them all.
He didn’t know if there was a word to describe what he felt in that moment, how he saw the lines of his own heart when her eyes met his.
He was a rogue and scoundrel, and probably a hundred other things as well, but he was her rogue and scoundrel, and she knew he possessed a heart as fine and true as any man she could ever hope to meet.
She didn’t want to be commended for knowing how to settle for second-best. That was like winning a prize for the prettiest shoes in a footrace. Irrelevant and not the point.