Warning: contains spoilers and feminism.

 

I have read, and enjoyed, Georgette Heyer since my early teens. I felt a certain amount of shame about it- after all, romance novels still haven’t achieved the level of respectability of SFF or crime fiction (the more “male” areas of popular fiction), and in my formative feminist years I felt shame at reading something so heteronormative and patriarchal. 724 more words