I’ve been reading a lot of Georgette Heyer lately. When she was good–The Grand Sophy, The Talisman Ring, Cotillion–she was phenomenal. When she was mediocre–Bath Tangle, anyone?–she was still damn readable. What’s more, she’s re-readable. I must have read The Grand Sophy a dozen times and I still love it. I learned a lot from that book, especially what a great supporting cast can do for a great romance. I still love that bit of dialogue when Charlsbury–kidnapped and shot by Sophy for his own good–says “I am devoted to Sophy . . . but heaven preserve me from marriage with her,” and Vincent says, “If heaven did not, I fancy Rivenhall would.” It’s such a lovely throwaway line that says that the community already knows what’s coming in the next scene when Charles Rivenhall puts his hands around Sophy’s throat and says, “Will you marry me, vile and abominable girl?” and Sophy says, “Yes, but only to save my neck from being wrung.” Sigh. That’s my kind of romance.
What did you read this week?