Lightweight reading

 

After some heavy lifting, I thought I may like to read something lighter. And this certainly is light. I didn't read all the previous books, so I am not sure about the characters of the other sisters (except for the brief hints here).

It's a short book. Set in the regency (?) period. It's charming, I guess. But rather devoid of substance. The first time I read about the ton, was a Barbara Cartland novel of my mother's, The Dangerous Dandy, that I had sneaked into my room and read under the blanket. It wasn't very sexy, but I loved it mainly because of their discussions on art. It introduced me to the artist Botticelli and Simonetta Vespucci (cousin-in-law of Amerigo Vespucci, whom America is named after). I found it interesting and provocative and passionate.

To be fair, I read this book in one sitting and didn't put it down. Which means it held my attention. And it afforded what I had wanted, which is light relief, between books.

And if I put it down feeling flat and disappointed, the fault is more mine than the book's. I should have known better than to search for the meaning of life between its covers.