I wonder if I'm absolutely spoiled for romance book. This one is as good as other reviewers said, being meta, mocking other regency novel on the treatment of the rake, unconventional choice of hero,etc. It was very entertaining, fast paced, full of witty banter, I couldn't put it down & read it in a single gulp. And yet... and yet... closing the book the only thing I could feel was resentment. Heyer has not let the heroine to save the day. In the end she's still a silly slip of a chit needing a help from a man. A completely decent one, but still, why couldn't anyone let the heroine save herself & those around it & still be in love w/ the hero? Is it how it always will be, that relationship between men & women will have to be based on the woman adoring the man and the man taking care of the silly goose? What about millions of women who have to help themselves, does it mean they've diappropriated their chance of relationship? Completely out of tangent & rather snarky review.
