The other day, I read a Guardian post about how readers sometimes become addicted to authors.
Georgette Heyer was mentioned and I immediately realised I’d been an addict too.
Heyer (1902-1974), an English author of over thirty Regency romances and as
many historical novels and detective stories, has definitely been, not merely one
of my favourite authors, but my addiction too.

This was before
Internet, I should mention, specifically before online bookstores. My addiction
was unleashed after I discovered them, or – actually – after Amazon was founded.
I became an Amazon customer solely in order to buy all Heyer’s Regency novels.
Well, I meant to buy only one or two that sounded the best, but … well,
addiction.

I’ve tried to analyse
many times what makes Heyer’s Regency romances so great. They have the spirit
of Austen with more modern sentiments. Her heroines are more likely to go
against the society’s dictates than in novels written in earlier times, but with such finesse that they don’t feel analogous. Her
heroes are dashing, often rogues who are redeemed during the course of the
novel, but not solely. She has a couple of particularly delightful young
heroes, like Freddy Standen in Cotillion (1953), who are good-natured and somewhat
clueless. Equally, she has heroines who are silly and not always likeable. She
regards all of them with an amused but beginning smile that allows the reader
to smile understandingly with her and root even for the silliest of them.

I have my favourites
among her books, those that I have read more often than others – and I’ve read
them all more than once. They’re too numerous to bring up in detail here,
however. There simply isn’t a weak book among them. Even the dullest, either The
Toll-Gate (1954) or April Lady (1957), are good and worth reading again.

Another great book is
the aforementioned Cotillion, a delightful book I often read simply to feel
good. Venetia (1958), The Grand Sophy (1950) and Devil’s Cub (1932) are among the top ten too, as
are Arabella (1949), Lady of Quality (1972) and The Convenient Marriage (1934) – a book that has a
heroine who stammers, only one example of many among Heyer’s heroines who
aren’t utterly perfect and thereby lifeless.

Do you have a
favourite Heyer book, or hero or heroine? Please, share in comments.