Alex And Eliza: A Love Story by Melissa De la CruzAlex And Eliza: A Love Story by Melissa De la Cruz

Alex And Eliza: A Love Story

byMelissa De la Cruz

Hardcover | April 11, 2017

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From the #1 New York Times bestselling author of The Witches of East End and the Descendants series comes the love story of young Alexander Hamilton and Elizabeth Schuyler.

1777. Albany, New York.
As battle cries of the American Revolution echo in the distance, servants flutter about preparing for one of New York society’s biggest events: the Schuylers’ grand ball. Descended from two of the oldest and most distinguished bloodlines in New York, the Schuylers are proud to be one of their fledgling country’s founding families, and even prouder still of their three daughters—Angelica, with her razor-sharp wit; Peggy, with her dazzling looks; and Eliza, whose beauty and charm rival those of both her sisters, though she’d rather be aiding the colonists’ cause than dressing up for some silly ball.

Still, Eliza can barely contain her excitement when she hears of the arrival of one Alexander Hamilton, a mysterious, rakish young colonel and General George Washington’s right-hand man. Though Alex has arrived as the bearer of bad news for the Schuylers, he can’t believe his luck—as an orphan, and a bastard one at that—to be in such esteemed company. And when Alex and Eliza meet that fateful night, so begins an epic love story that would forever change the course of American history.

In the pages of Alex and Eliza, #1 New York Times bestselling author Melissa de la Cruz brings to life the romance of young Alexander Hamilton and Elizabeth Schuyler.
Melissa de la Cruz is the #1 New York Times, USA Today, Wall Street Journal, Los Angeles Times and Publishers Weekly internationally bestselling author of many critically acclaimed novels, including The Isle of the Lost: A Descendants Novel and the Summer on East End series. Her Blue Bloods series has sold over three million copies, an...
Title:Alex And Eliza: A Love StoryFormat:HardcoverDimensions:368 pages, 8.56 × 5.81 × 1.13 inPublished:April 11, 2017Publisher:Penguin Young Readers GroupLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:1524739626

ISBN - 13:9781524739621


Rated 4 out of 5 by from Goo! This was really fun story.
Date published: 2018-01-03
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Cute! I'm almost embarrassed by how much I enjoyed this. The romance between Hamilton and Eliza was actually very sweet and slow burn. And like, I am not a historical romance person at all. I would definitely say that if you're an American history expert, maybe not the best read, but if you're a fan of the musical and want to see a more fleshed out relationship between Alexander and Eliza then this is definitely the book.
Date published: 2017-11-22
Rated 3 out of 5 by from It was decent I don't know why I was expecting something that add anything new to the hype from the Broadway play. I ended up skimming to the end, it just didn't stand out from any other romances. It's s shame because there was great material to work with.
Date published: 2017-09-23
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Wonderful book I loved this book because of how accurate and well written is it! I'm such a fan of historical fiction fan and Hamilton and this book made me laugh, cry (not kidding), and had me on the edge of my seat. Alex and Eliza got me out of a reading slump and inspired me to talk 'proper'. Such a good read
Date published: 2017-09-19
Rated 1 out of 5 by from Almost didn't finish. The only reason why I finished this book, it's because I read it while I was in New York and didn't have anything else to read with me. It is so full of the most boring trope, including the famous "Not-All-The-Other-Girls". As an historical fiction it didn't do its job at all to place us in the historic period. I feel like very little edition could be made and it would make a modern story. it was a pain to read, but at least the style is very fluid and you can fly trough.
Date published: 2017-09-01
Rated 2 out of 5 by from Wouldn't Recommend First off, let me start with a disclaimer that I feel like I'm the only person on planet earth that has not seen the musical Hamilton. I actually have no idea what it's even about aside from the fact that it's about Alexander Hamilton (who I also don't really know anything about....I'm Canadian, please forgive me). Anyway, the point of all of that is to say that I didn't have overly high expectations in that I wasn't comparing Hamilton to this novel. This book started out good to me but then it just went downhill. It started to feel like I was reading a knockoff version of Pride and Prejudice for younger readers. Then after awhile it got boring and I lost interest. I held onto hope that the story would somehow pick up but it never did and then near the end it got cheesy to the point of me actually physically cringing. Typically, I can be all for cute romance but some of the conversations in this book...I just couldn't take seriously. I honestly would say that this book (aside from a scene at the end) is meant for a younger audience. I read children's fiction regularly and the writing/overall content of this book would be more comparable to children's fiction then young adult. That isn't a negative thing but is more of a caution for readers who expect something more mature. Would I recommend this to anyone, or even younger readers? No, probably not. I think there are a lot of classics or historical fiction novels out there that would be a better read.
Date published: 2017-08-16
Rated 3 out of 5 by from cute historical fiction it was okay. if it wasn't because of my interest in the revolution, i probably wouldn't have liked it as much.
Date published: 2017-07-09
Rated 2 out of 5 by from Disappointed Well that was disappointing... I probably build up so much hype in my head because it's HAMILTON? Or maybe I was expecting it to be like Lin-Manuel Miranda's Hamilton? Probably a mix of both, but I ended up disappointed. It was my first time reading a book by Melissa de la Cruz, and I cannot guarantee I'll ever pick up another of her books. I thought the characters were cliché and stereotypical. I mean for the Schuyler sisters to each have only one character trait to represent them was weird. I feel like the characters were simplified. No complexity to find there: Eliza had to be the patriotic one because she marries Hamilton; Peggy the sweet little young sister; and Angelica the cold, insensitive (?) one, that only cares about the practicality of things. And Alex? Well I think that was my biggest disappointment. This book is kind of based on Hamilton, but their Alexes couldn't be more different. Lin presented an ambitious, bold character that bow almost in front of nothing and no one. I found none of that in de la Cruz's Alex, except once. I feel like she presented more the sensitive, insecure side of Alex, which is not a bad thing at all. I probably just was expecting more to see a character like Lin's Alex. The plot also was kind of drab? It's a slow-paced book. Don't go in there expecting a lot of action like I did. The book really focuses more on the LOVE STORY of Eliza and Alex. No (or almost) war and battles. We are confronted more to the subtle threats and battles of early-America aristocraty. The highlights of that book were definitely the scenes with Laurens and Lafayette. Oh, how I love these men. Overall, despite the disappointment, that book was well written. Simply, the writing style didn't fit me, I guess.
Date published: 2017-06-18
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Very Cute! Being a fan of Hamilton: An American Musical, I of course had to pick this book up as soon as I heard about it. And I'm glad I did! Whilst obviously not strictly true to history, this book still managed to be well-written and as period-appropriate as was possible when writing a fictional tale about historic events. I very much enjoyed reading it, and will most likely read it again in the future. #plumreview
Date published: 2017-06-04
Rated 5 out of 5 by from I love it! Lately, I've been turning away books that hinted it was a romance novel. However, I was intrigued by this book. I've heard great things about Hamilton (I'm not a musical kind of person, but now I want to see it) and I've read some books by Melissa de la Cruz that I've enjoyed, so I thought I would give this book a try. I adored it. I thought it was really cute.
Date published: 2017-05-29

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PROLOGUE   Mansion on the Hill   Albany, New York November 1777   Like a latter-day Greek temple, the Schuyler family mansion sat atop a softly rounded hill outside Albany. Just over a decade old, the magnificent estate, called the Pastures, was already known as one of the finest houses of the New York state capital by dint of its exquisite furnishings and trimmings. The pièce de résistance was The Ruins of Rome, a set of hand-painted grisaille wallpapers decorating the home’s second-floor ballroom, which Philip Schuyler had brought back from a year-long trip to England in 1762.   The local gentry was impressed by the mansion’s square footage and elegant appointments, but they were more taken with the general’s and Mrs. Schuyler’s impressive pedigrees: Philip was descended from the Schuylers and the Van Cortlandts, two of the oldest and most prestigious families in New York, while his wife, Catherine, was a Van Rensselaer, the single most prominent family in the northern half of the colony, whose tenure stretched all the way back to the Dutch days of the early 1600s. Rensselaerwyck, as their estate was known, encompassed more than half a million acres, an unimaginably vast parcel, rivaled only by that of the Livingston family, who controlled what Catherine derisively referred to as “the bottom half” of the state. As a married woman, Catherine wasn’t entitled to any claim on the Van Rensselaer properties (or, for that matter, her husband’s), but rumor had it that her sizable dowry had paid for construction of their Albany mansion, as well as the Schuylers’ country estate outside Saratoga.   Just shy of his forty-fourth birthday, General Philip Schuyler was a handsome man, tall and fit, with a military bearing and a full head of hair that, like George Washington, he wore powdered and softly curled, rarely resorting to the elegant (but rather itchy) affectation of a periwig. As a commander in Washington’s Continental army, Schuyler had organized a brilliant campaign against the British forces at Québec in 1775, only to be forced to resign his commission in June of this year, after Fort Ticonderoga fell while under his command. The defeat had been a double tragedy for Philip. Not only had the British taken the fort, they’d also seized his aforementioned Saratoga estate. Though not as grand as the Albany property, the Schuylers’ second home was still sumptuous enough that John Burgoyne, commander of the British forces, chose it for his personal residence. But the coup de grâce came when the Continental army retook Saratoga in October, and a spiteful Burgoyne set fire to the house and fields during his retreat. General Schuyler had all but depleted his wife’s inheritance building the house and bringing the land under tillage, which was expected to provide much of the family’s income. The loss put a serious dent in the family’s finances and cast an ominous shadow over their future.   Not that an observer would know it. Unused to idleness, General Schuyler had spent the past four months striding about the Pastures, laying out new beds in the formal gardens, regimenting the orchard harvest with military precision, supervising the construction of gazebos and guest houses and servant cottages, and generally getting in everyone’s way, servant and family member alike. In a magnanimous gesture that indicated just how chivalrous he was—and how bored— Schuyler had even offered to put up the captured John Burgoyne before the British general was shipped back to England. Thus, did Schuyler’s one-time rival and his entourage, some twenty strong, “occupy” the Albany mansion for a full month, and even if they didn’t burn it down when they left, they still managed to eat a good-size hole into the family’s provisions, comestible and otherwise.   Catherine Schuyler, one year younger than her husband, had been known as a “handsome woman” in her youth, but thirteen pregnancies in twenty years had taken their toll on her waistline. Practical, strong-willed, and stoic, she had buried no fewer than six of her children, including a set of triplets who hadn’t lived long enough to be baptized. If the pregnancies had stolen her figure, the deaths had taken her smile, and watching her husband fritter away her financial assets had done little to improve her spirits.   Mrs. Schuyler’s love for the seven children who remained to her was evident in the care she took of them, from the wet nurses and nannies she handpicked to raise them, to the tutors she hired to educate them, to the cooks she employed to keep them well fed. And somehow in the midst of the numbing cycle of births and deaths, declarations and proclamations, sieges and seasons, the Schuylers’ three eldest girls had all reached marrying age.   Angelica, the oldest, was a whip-smart, mischievous brunette, with glittering eyes, her pretty lips set in a perpetual smirk. Peggy, the youngest, was a waifish beauty, with a waist so tiny that she rarely bothered with a corset, and alabaster skin set off by a mass of lustrous dark hair that was simply too gorgeous to powder or bury under a wig (no matter what Marie Antoinette was covering her head with at Versailles).   Eliza, the middle daughter, was as clever as Angelica and as beautiful as Peggy. She was also the most sensible, more interested in books than fashion, and, much to her mother’s consternation, more devoted to the revolutionary cause and the mantle of abolition than to marrying one of its well-off colonels.   Her mother really didn’t know what she was going to do with her.   Three daughters, each a prize in her own way (though Eliza would need a strong man to match her spirit). Under normal circumstances, marrying them off would be a feat of sustained diplomacy in which the first families of New York bound their blood and fortunes together like European aristocracy. But New York’s respectable families were few in number, and word traveled quickly. It would be only a matter of time before people found out just how much the Schuylers had lost at Saratoga, at which point the girls would become damaged goods. It was imperative, then—both to their futures and the family’s—that they married well.   But it was even more important that they married fast.   And so, Mrs. Schuyler resorted to a strategy that had served her own mother well in times of need.   She was throwing a ball.   1   Middle Child   The Schuyler Mansion   Albany, New York   November 1777     The mansion on the hill shone like a lighthouse.   Twenty windows stretched across the riverfront of the Pastures, each one ablaze from dozens of oil lamps and candlesticks. Shadows flitted behind the curtains as the household prepared for the party—servants busily rearranging the furniture to make room for dancing as well as laying out trays of preserves, candied nuts and cured meats. Inside the second-floor ballroom, hired musicians set up their instruments, ears tuned to their strings. Upstairs in their private quarters, family members stood before their looking glasses putting the final touches on their evening costumes. Hoops and panniers harnessed onto the women, jabots and lace cuffs fastened onto the men.   At least Eliza hoped it was just the household getting ready. Her mother would scold them mercilessly if she and her sisters were to walk into the house after the guests were already there.   “Has anyone arrived yet?” she asked her sisters as she caught her breath beneath the weight of her load. Each of them was holding heavy bolts of blue wool and white cotton that they had gathered from the well-heeled women of Albany to make uniforms for the Continental troops.   “I don’t think so,” Peggy, the youngest, said, panting from exertion. “It was just past four when we left the Van Broeks’ house, so it can’t be five yet. Mama’s invitation was for five o’clock.”   “And we know none of these Albany ladies likes to be the first to a party,” added Angelica knowingly.   Eliza bit her lip, doubtful. “Even so, we should go in through the back entrance. With any luck, Mama won’t see us come in.” She could practically feel the weight of their mother’s censorious gaze as the sisters labored up the hillside’s sixty-seven stone steps hauling four dozen reams of fabric. At the top of the hill, the threesome quickly skirted around the south side of the mansion and passed through one of the covered porticos that connected the main body of the mansion with its flanking wings. The wing on this side contained her father’s military office, and Eliza was surprised to see that it was as lit up as the rest of the house. Mama would be furious to find Papa still working so near to the ball’s starting time.     “Were Mama and Papa quarreling this morning?” she asked her sisters. “I’d hate to think that Papa won’t be attending the party because of some disagreement.”   “I hope not; things can be so dreary otherwise. What Mama allows the musicians to play are practically dirges. It’s positively funereal,” said Angelica with a sniff.   “Did Dot mention anything?” Eliza asked Peggy, who was close to their lady’s maid. Some might find it strange that a servant was expected to know more than they did about the state of their parents’ union. But the Schuylers, as befit their station, were a formal family and a busy one, and although there were seven children in the house, it was normal for them not to see one another until they gathered for dinner. The servants, by contrast, were in constant congress, and maids and valets and field workers kept one another apprised of the goings-on in the house. Thus Dot was much more likely than the sisters to have the temperature of the current state of their parents’ marriage. Though solid and, in its own way, caring, the Schuyler union was conducted with as much diplomacy as Ambassador Franklin was even now using in Paris to persuade Louis XVI to bring the French into the revolution on the American side.   Peggy frowned. “Dot did mention that Rodger”—their father’s valet—“said that the general is looking forward to the party as much as the missus is.”   “But Mama will be quite cross with him for hiding in his office instead of helping her prepare,” said Angelica.     “Nonsense,” said Eliza. “Mama is probably happy to have him out of the way.”   Peggy continued, struggling to keep her head above the bulky cloth she carried. “At any rate, Rodger said that Papa was expecting a visit from an aide-de-camp to General Washington.”   “What!” the older sisters chorused. Eliza stopped so suddenly that Angelica crashed into her. “Is Papa being recommissioned?”   Since being relieved of duty after the loss of Fort Ticonderoga, General Schuyler had written innumerous letters asking for another command. The family felt his frustration keenly, and Heaven knows they could use the salary, but even Eliza, as patriotic as she was, was happy to have her father off the field of battle.   “Dot said Rodger didn’t say,” Peggy said, which was tantamount to saying that Rodger didn’t know—General Schuyler’s valet was an uncontrollable gossip, a trait the general himself was strangely ignorant of, and the rest of the family tolerated because it was how they got their news. “But he did mention . . .” Peggy let her voice trail off. A little smile played over her face.   “Yes?” Eliza demanded. She could tell from her sister’s expression that Peggy was savoring a juicy bit of gossip. “Tell us!”   “The aide coming to the party is Colonel Hamilton,” Peggy half squealed.   Angelica raised an eyebrow and Eliza tried not to blush.   Like every other girl in every other prominent American family, Eliza had heard stories of Colonel Alexander Hamilton, General Washington’s youngest but most trusted aide-de-camp, who was, if rumors were to be trusted, heart-stoppingly handsome and dashing to boot. Colonel Hamilton had been recruited by the commander of the American forces when he was still a teenager, just a few years after arriving in the North American colonies from the sugar-rich West Indies. Some said he was the son of a Scottish lord and could have claimed a baronetcy as well as a vast fortune if he’d chosen the loyalist side, while others said he was in fact a bastard, the illegitimate child of the disgraced son of some British aristocrat or other (there were so many!) with neither a name nor a penny of his own.   What was known, however, was that twenty-year-old Colonel Alexander Hamilton was brilliant, having made a name as an essayist while still a student at King’s College in New York City. He was also known as having a bit of a reputation with the ladies. Eliza’s old friend Kitty Livingston, who had met the young colonel on several occasions, had written Eliza about him after each meeting. She had been necessarily discreet in her letters (Susannah Livingston, Kitty’s mother, was as much of a gossip as Catherine Schuyler), but it was clear she and the young soldier had carried on quite a flirtation. Eliza had been amused by Kitty’s letters and curious about this young man who had captured the interest of Continental society.   Eliza peered through the second-floor windows of her father’s office, hoping for a glimpse of the famous young colonel, but could discern no figures within the room, only the occasional flickering shadow.   “Perhaps Church will introduce us; I’m certain they are acquainted,” said Angelica, meaning her rich suitor who was practically tripping over himself to ask for her hand. The oldest Schuyler sister was close to giving it, too, as John Barker Church was in the process of building one of the greatest fortunes in the new country, enough to rival or even eclipse their own father’s (or at least before the British had burned a large part of it up at Saratoga). But Angelica was enjoying being the belle of the ball too much to relinquish it just yet.   “It will be interesting to finally meet this Hamilton fellow,” said Angelica. “Livens up the party for once.” Eliza shrugged, attempting to appear disinterested, but her sisters knew her better than that.   “Maybe if you wore something a little more fashionable tonight, you’d catch his eye,” said Peggy cheekily.   “And why would I want to do that?” Eliza retorted.   “As Mama says, honey catches more flies than vinegar,” said Peggy, echoing their mother’s perennial advice about reeling in the right suitor—and quickly.   “Honestly, Peg,” Eliza said, rolling her eyes. “I have no interest in Colonel Hamilton other than to satisfy my curiosity.”   “If you say so,” said Peggy, sounding totally unconvinced. There was no hiding her feelings from her sisters, Eliza realized. They knew her too well.   “Peg’s right, you could make more of an effort tonight,” Angelica chided. “Most girls would love to have your figure. You could at least show it to its best advantage every once in a while.”   “I suppose,” said Eliza. “But why should I when no one need look at me when both of you are in the room?” It was an honest question, and said without the remotest hint of jealousy. Eliza was proud of her beautiful sisters, and much preferred the shadows to the spotlight.   “Oh, Eliza, your lack of vanity is sweet, but one day you must let us help you shine,” said Angelica.   Unlike the perfectly turned-out duo, Eliza was not one for the latest vogue of cinched waists and pannier skirts and powdered décolletage and pompadour wigs. Just a month past nineteen, she favored simpler dresses in solid rose (which did, in fact, flatter her complexion) or soft blue (which made her dark eyes that much more radiant), with square necklines modestly covered by lace shawls whose translucence didn’t so much conceal her cleavage as compel one to look harder. Her chestnut hair, darker than Angelica’s but lighter than Peggy’s, was never covered with anything other than a bonnet, and usually styled in nothing more elaborate than a pair of braided coils that accentuated the oval of her face, making her look that much sweeter. All of which is to say that, though Eliza may have been as “sensible” as her mother feared, that didn’t mean she wasn’t every bit as aware of the way young men looked at her.   Eliza huffed: “I want a boy who is attracted to me, not to my wardrobe.”     “Pretty clothes are like the colors of a flower’s petals. They tell the bee where to land. After that, it’s what’s inside that holds his interest,” said Peggy, still quoting their mother.   Eliza rolled her eyes. “So I’ve heard. At any rate, you two should head inside to get ready; it grows later by the minute. I’ll go back to the Van Broeks’ for the last of it.”   “Hurry back,” said Angelica. “You don’t really have much time, and the Albany ladies will arrive before you know it.”   Already running down the hill, Eliza called over her shoulder, “I promise!”

Editorial Reviews

Praise for Alex & Eliza: A Love Story:A New York Times Bestseller!A Seventeen Magazine Best YA Book of 2017 “This charming historical romance is a must-read for any fan of Hamilton who felt drawn in, first and foremost, by the sweeping love story.”—Booklist “de la Cruz has struck while the iron is hot and shone a light on the extraordinary wife of Founding Father Alexander Hamilton, Eliza Schuyler. . . . Fans of the musical will be excited to see this novel.”—School Library Journal“Broadway fans and lovers of Melissa de la Cruz’s romance and page-turning intrigue will unite over her new book.”—Justine “De la Cruz expertly expounds on the articulate, impressive Alex and intelligent, passionate Eliza, bringing them to life in a skillful, genuine way.”—RT Book Reviews “Part fact and part fiction, Alex and Eliza: A Love Story will definitely get you (or your teen) excited about history.”—PopSugar “Do you listen to Lin-Manuel Miranda’s musical soundtrack on repeat? Then, the next logical step is to read this YA love tale.”—PopCrush“Hamilton fans will love this fictionalized, and delightfully charming, novel.”—BuzzFeed  “The picture perfect historical romance combined with Melissa de la Cruz's sharp, heartfelt writing makes this the perfect spring read.”—“Hamilton fans obsessed with Alexander Hamilton and Eliza Schuyler's Revolution-era romance need this deep dive into the romance that changed American history.”—