Georgette Heyers being re-released

[pegkerr]

From work.

I stopped in Barnes & Noble the other day and out of sheer habit checked the romance shelves under "H" with the faint hope that perhaps I might find a Georgette Heyer I didn't already own. To my absolute astonishment and wild delight, I found a brand new edition of The Grand Sophy, which heretofore I had only owned as a dog-earred Xeroxed copy. Georgette Heyer and Jane Austen are just about the only romance novelists I buy. Austen is always in print, but Heyers are difficult to find—but Harlequin is re-releasing six of them this year: The Grand Sophy (in the stores now), followed at monthly intervals by The Foundling, Arabella, The Black Moth, These Old Shades and Devil’s Cub. Here’s a delightful excerpt from The Grand Sophy, between the hero, Charles Rivenhall, and the heroine, Sophia Stanton-Lacy:

He said through shut teeth: ‘I think I told you once before, cousin, that we did very well here before you came to upset all our comfort!’

‘Yes, you did, and what you meant, Charles, was that until I came no one dared to flout you. You should be grateful to me—or at any rate, Miss Wraxton [Charles’ insufferable prig of a fiancée] should be. I am sure you would have made an odious husband before I came to stay with your Mama.'

This put him in mind of a complaint he could with justice make. He said stiffly, ‘Since you have brought up Miss Wraxton’s name, I shall be much obliged to you, cousin, if you will refrain from telling my sisters that she has a face like a horse!’

‘But Charles, no blame attaches to Miss Wraxton! She cannot help it, and that, I assure you, I have always pointed out to your sisters!’

‘I consider Miss Wraxton’s countenance particularly well-bred!’

‘Yes, indeed, but you have quite misunderstood the matter! I meant a particularly well-bred horse!’

‘You meant, as I am perfectly aware, to belittle Miss Wraxton!’

‘No, no! I am very fond of horses!’ Sophy said earnestly.

Before he could stop himself he found he was replying to this. ‘Selina, who repeated the remark to me, is not fond of horses, however, and she—’ He broke off, seeing how absurd it was to argue on such a head.

‘I expect she will be, when she has lived in the same house with Miss Wraxton for a month or two,’ said Sophy encouragingly.

Peg

Comments

[lcohen]

all right, maybe i'll give it another try! maybe i stopped at just the wrong moment.