Book Thirtynine: The Grand Sophy

The Grand Sophy, Georgette Heyer

As is typical for every Georgette Heyer Regency romance, this was an insanely delightful read, save for the infamous and shameful scene depicting the worst and most horrifyingly stereotypical Jewish moneylender. Yikes! I would love to quote you the worst of the descriptions, but it makes me shudder just thinking about it. Obviously Georgette Heyer is known for her meticulously researched novels, but this being written in the 1950s, she should have known better than to feature such a disgusting Shylockian character. That aside (though, honestly, how can one put such a stinking pile of poopiness like that aside?) everything else in here tickled me to death. Sigh.


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