Wednesday, September 7, 2011

D. E. Stevenson


This is chick-lit before there were even Chicks. These are very cozy 1930's novels about young women who can always be perked up by buying a new hat and frock. These are books where women tell their fiancee's they have to leave them to nurse dying uncles in the wilds of Scotland or else they wouldn't be "Christian". These are novels where everyone has servants and dresses for dinner. No one sleeps together and one heroine is appalled that she let someone kiss her that she wasn't really serious about. These are novels where the mentally challenged are still called Congenital Idiots. These are books that you get gravy stained from the library with multiple copies in large print. No one checks them out anymore and I have a feeling they will end up at the knackers pretty soon so am reading them all at a great rate, gravy stains and all.

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