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Booklogging: A Convenient Marriage
Jun. 29th, 2011 01:11 pmThis book starts out with a hilariously honest conversation between a suitor and the younger sister of the girl he wants to marry. She argues that if all he wants is a wife, he should marry her because her sister is IN LOVE with someone else. Strangely he agrees.
The great thing about this book is that Horatia is actually, genuinely normal. She stutters and is described as the least attractive of her sisters. And yet! She's the heroine! It's not an ugly duckling story because she stutters and is normal looking for the whole book.
Then in usual Heyer fashion it all goes hilariously hijinxy. It turns out that much like her brother, she's got a weakness for gambling. At first this seems like a flaw, but then it becomes awesome because her brother likes to bet on EVERYTHING.
When Horatia is running away from a man who kidnapped her and who she thinks she killed she runs into her brother and his friend and the conversation goes like this:
Horatia: Oh, good, it's my brother, Pelham! Pelham! I think I killed this lord!
Pelham: I bet you didn't. Bet you 2 to 1 that she didn't kill him Pom.
Pom: I'll take that. 2 to 1, you say?
I think one of my favorite things about this book is that there is no Big Misunderstandings. The hero never thinks ill of his wife, and explicitly says at one point that he's "no Othello". Which, props to Heyer for that.
Plus, the whole tone of the book is so delightful.
The great thing about this book is that Horatia is actually, genuinely normal. She stutters and is described as the least attractive of her sisters. And yet! She's the heroine! It's not an ugly duckling story because she stutters and is normal looking for the whole book.
Then in usual Heyer fashion it all goes hilariously hijinxy. It turns out that much like her brother, she's got a weakness for gambling. At first this seems like a flaw, but then it becomes awesome because her brother likes to bet on EVERYTHING.
When Horatia is running away from a man who kidnapped her and who she thinks she killed she runs into her brother and his friend and the conversation goes like this:
Horatia: Oh, good, it's my brother, Pelham! Pelham! I think I killed this lord!
Pelham: I bet you didn't. Bet you 2 to 1 that she didn't kill him Pom.
Pom: I'll take that. 2 to 1, you say?
I think one of my favorite things about this book is that there is no Big Misunderstandings. The hero never thinks ill of his wife, and explicitly says at one point that he's "no Othello". Which, props to Heyer for that.
Plus, the whole tone of the book is so delightful.
