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And now let’s all say WHEEEEEEE!!!!

Richard Armitage is going to read another Heyer novel, namely Venetia. Here’s the blurb from amazon:

In all her twenty-five years, lovely Venetia Lanyon has never been further than Harrogate, nor enjoyed the attentions of any but her two wearisomely persistent suitors. Then, in one extraordinary encounter, she meets a neighbour she only knows by reputation – the infamous Lord Damerel – and before she knows better, is egging on a libertine whose way of life has scandalised the North Riding for years.

Yay! 🙂


Like Heyer? Check.

Like Richard Armitage? Double check.

Like Richard Armitage reading a Heyer novel? Yes, of course!!! 🙂

This summer a new audio edition of Heyer’s Sylvester will come out – read by Richard Armitage. *swoon* How cool is that? Now RA is not just a wonderful actor, he’s also a great reader – he’s got a pleasant voice, cute accent, and he really manages to bring the story he reads alive for his audience. (*whispers* I’ve got two of the Robin Hood audio books read by him and he’s doing a great job) (okay, and now you can forget what I’ve said about owning two Robin Hood audio books …)

More Heyer

As you can imagine, I was busily scribbling away at my dratted diss in the past few days, and yesterday I finally managed to finish one of The Really Big Chapters. (Yay!) So next week I can finally start tackling traditional dragons, in other words, there’s a light at the end of the tunnel. Or rather, at the end of the dragon. *g*

But as you can also imagine, I didn’t only work. If I had, I would probably sprout utter gibberish (with dragons) by now. As it is, there are already enough dragons in my blog posts and facebook updates now! And so, in order to do you, my gentle readers, A Very Great Favour, I continued my Georgette Heyer glom-fest. (Oh, the things I do for you!)

By now, I’ve read a few of her mysteries in a row, and I’m much taken with them. Most of them are very witty, feature some wonderfully eccentric characters, and have a romantic subplot, too. In addition, the covers of the Arrow editions are absolutely stunning (and I guess you already know how much I love pretty covers, shallow creature that I am). Here’s a selection:

I bought Penhallow only because of the cover. (See? I’ve told you, I’m shallow. *g*)

Footsteps in the Dark is often described as the book in which Heyer most obviously mixes comedy with mystery. To be honest, I liked the elements of comedy in A Blunt Instrument much better.

This is my favourite cover. (Consquently, this book is now on top of the Heyer pile of one my sitting-room tablescapes.) I spent several days trying to figure out whom the woman reminded me of. (Yes, I know, bad style. Split thingy-thing. Wossname. Who cares? ‘Tis my blog, not the diss.) And finally – brainwave! She looks a bit like Zoe Telford, doesn’t she?

I finished A Blunt Instrument today, and it’s my favourite Heyer mystery so far. The characters are great; there is not one, but two love stories; and the mystery itself is quite nice, too. I positively adored Neville Fletcher – in many ways he’s a typical Heyer hero, cool as a cucumber, flippant, and blessed with a rapier-sharp wit. Take the introduction of the character, shortly after the body has been found:
A lock of dark hair fell over his brow; he wore a pleated shirt, and a deplorable tie, and looked, to PC Glass, like a poet. […] His fluttering glance went roudn the room and discovered the body of Ernest Fletcher. His hand left the door-knob; he walked forward to the desk, and turned rather pale. “I should shame my manhood if I were sick, shouldn’t I? I wonder what one does now?” His gaze asked inspiration of Glass, of Simmons, and encountered only blank stares. It found the tray Simmons [the butler] had brought into the room. “Yes, that’s what one does,” he said, and went to the tray, and poured himself out a stiff, short drink of whisky-and-soda.
“The master’s nephew – Mr Neville Fletcher,” said Simmons, answering the question in Glass’s eye.
“You’re staying in this house, sir?”
“Yes, but I don’t like murders. So inartistic, don’t you think? Besides, they don’t happen.”
“This has happened, sir,” said Glass, a little puzzled.
“Yes, that’s what upsets me. Murders only occur in other people’s families. Not even in one’s own circle. Ever noticed that? No, I suppose not. Nothing in one’s experience – one had thought it so wide! – has taught one hwo to cope with such a bizarre situation.”
As I’ve said, it’s a complete puzzle to me why I didn’t discover Heyer years ago.
What about you? Have you read any nice books lately? (Preferable books without dragons!)