I know, can you imagine? HTML on the internet. What is the world coming to?! Won’t someone please think of the children?
First, from the comments of the review of The Luckiest Girl: an interview with Beverly Cleary. Thank you SO MUCH to Diana for the link. Yesterday was Cleary’s 95th birthday – and she’s still writing. How awesome is that?
From Rebecca: here’s a game at the McCord Museum website where you can navigate Victorian life!
OH, this is so cool.
You can choose to be a male or a female, and then select the location. For example, if you’re a man, you can go to the Gentleman’s Club, or to the train station or a ballroom. But be careful – you are scored on the choices you make, and the wrong choice can be problematic. Rebecca says, “I, unfortunately, chose the wrong dress to wear to the ball and got run over by a carriage. Enjoy!” HA!
And I’d be most out of line if I didn’t also include this link, which I found via DearAuthor, to Maya Rodale’s blog entry about White’s. Is there anything so alluring as a place you’re denied entry for the most basic of reasons?
Finally; this made me giggle. Have an awesome day, folks.
ETA: BUT WAIT THERE’S MORE! I am over at Kirkus talking about older romances that still hold their power, appeal, and compulsion to re-read:
Many, many, and I do mean MANY romance readers first found the emotional and intellectual thrill of the genre in the novels of Georgette Heyer. When I was writing Everything I Know About Love, I Learned From Romance Novels (Sourcebooks, October 2011), I asked readers who their favorite heroes were, and of my top nine, two are Heyer heroes. Actually, three, because Vidal from Devil’s Cub and his father, the Duke of Avon from These Old Shades are tied for their spot on the list. The third was Freddy from Cotillion (Sourcebooks reprint, 2007).
Devil’s Cub, first published in 1932, was my first Heyer (doesn’t that sound like it should be a trading card? The My First Heyer Collection!), and I remember thinking as I started it that readers were going to kill me for not liking it, because the opening chapters were so slow to build. Then the plot took off once the heroine, Mary Challoner, hides her face and allows the Marquis of Vidal to believe he’s running off to France with Mary’s shallow, dimwit sister, Sophie. When he discovers the switch it’s too late, and Mary…well, Mary’s not one to take any crap from anyone, including Vidal….
Who are your favorites, and which older romances do you reread while seeking out new ones to enjoy?