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I was watching the second episode of Crooked House (the Christmas haunted house drama by Mark Gatiss, not a hitherto unknown adaptation of the Agatha Christie novel) and while it wasn't terribly scary (I only screamed once, and I'm incredibly squeamish about horror), it made me think.

Is it just me, or is there a trope with regard to upper-class men in costume dramas dealing with the first half of the twentieth-century? One of them's going to be gay. At least. (Particularly if we're talking Edwardians or the late 1920s.) It can't all be due to Sebastian Flyte and Merchant-Ivory, can it?

N.B. I am not complaining, merely commenting.

Speaking of unexpected gay characters in historical dramas! I was reading Pleasure for Pleasure by Eloisa James and that was probably the best part.

spoilers! )

All in all, it was a good read - better than Kiss Me, Annabel and The Taming of the Duke, which I should also talk about at some point, but I think Much Ado About You is the best of the bunch. But there are no stealth lesbians in Much Ado, which is a great pity.
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A good thing about On the Way to the Wedding: Gregory remains sweet as pie all the way through. He does not succumb to Quinn Jerk Syndrome.

A bad thing about On the Way to the Wedding: Lucy kind of does.

On the Way to the Wedding by Julia Quinn )
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Romancing Mr Bridgerton is awesome, everyone.

spoilers, I suppose? )

What Julia Quinn novel do you recommend for me to read next? Also, what do you think of Lisa Kleypas? I have Mine Till Midnight and I'm about to start it.
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I'm reading Stephanie Laurens's novel On a Wicked Dawn, which promises to be hilariously bad (Smart Bitches review here), and they have thoughtfully printed a family tree of the Bar Cynsters (O HAI I SEE WAT U DID THAR). I have counted no less than three individuals (four if you count the oddly-named Scandal) with soubriquets related to Satan. Devil, Demon and Lucifer (all cousins, by the way, which surely indicates some genetic penchant for drama) will join the hallowed halls shared by Justin Alastair, the Duke of Avon (Satanas), Dominic Alastair, Lord Vidal (Devil's Cub) and Sebastian, Marquess of Dain (Beelzebub). One wonders if the denizens of Regency London ever got confused.

Points for originality go to their cousins Rupert and Bartholomew, however. Rupert is apparently called "Gabriel", which automatically renders his own novel (A Secret Love) ten times more interesting to me. Bartholomew, meanwhile, is just labelled as "Tolly", which gives me hope that he might be a hero in the style of Freddy Standen from Georgette Heyer's Cotillion.

(Freddy Standen? My favourite romance novel hero ever, omg. No one will ever take his place in my heart. Not for Freddy the outlandish gestures, the sneering pleasure at the defloration of a fresh young virgin. Freddy thinks those fellows are most uncouth and would rather pick out curtains or something equally peaceful.)

At some point I will write a post about all the Georgette Heyer novels I have read and how they compare to Cotillion. The answer is (spoiler!) badly. Not because any of them are in the slightest bit boring, I might add. Cotillion is just that good.

In the meantime, I'll talk about the Julia Quinn novels I've read recently.

The Duke and I )

The Viscount Who Loved Me )

When He Was Wicked )

The Secret Diaries of Miss Miranda Cheever )


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