Thank god for Georgette Heyer. I'm reading avidly at the moment - newspapers, instructions, journals (well 'Friday's Child' and I had it partly confused with 'Cotillion' (I think) and again it's not a title that was a particular favourite so I'd forgotten most of the details over the last 20 odd years.
What I've found re reading these Heyer's is that they're far better than I remember. 'Friday's Child' is bitter sweet comedy. It's light reading but perfectly crafted, over the years I've read enough trashy romances (I used to share my grannies Mills and Boon as a teenager, and for my sins once borrowed a Barbara Cartland from the library. The Cartland was The Worst Book I've Ever Read. Ever.) to have an idea of how poor they can get. Heyer who liked to mix her romances with elements of other genres (mostly detective fiction) it can get. Heyer manages plots that hang together and characters that the reader can warm to - not as common as you might hope. She has a magic touch at what she does.
I'm aware that after writing about 5 Heyer titles in the last few weeks (I think I've read about 9) that I'm running out of things to say about her - but she really is good. I keep describing her as light which is accurate but probably does her a disservice. I think these are books that are meant purely for entertainment, a way to avoid thinking about the every day rather than reveling truths about it but often that's what you want. To find someone who does it with grace and humor is something to be very glad off.