Bitchin' Blog Posts
This request is from Cathy, who remembers so much crazy from this book, it's just amazing.
I'm looking from the first romance I ever read, which I'm pretty sure I
stole off my older sister. It was a category M&B (I remember it was a skinny
book) and the more I think about the plot the more I realise how WTF batshit
crazy it was.
Now I don't remember any names, but I reckon publication date would have
been 1978-1983 ish.
So without further ado, here's the crazy I remember...
Our heroine is a young stage actress about to break into the big time when
she suffers a terrible accident (or maybe the attack of a vicious rival?)
that leaves her with horribly disfiguring scars all down one side of her
Devastated, she runs off (to Cornwall? maybe?) puts on a rubber mask with
black Cleopatra wig attached to hide her scars, and gets a job in a theatre
as understudy to the leading lady, a Villlainess of the first order, who of
course has designs on...
Our hero, the director of the play. Or maybe owner of the theatre. The Boss,
The heroine falls for the hero and spends a lot of time agonising over how
she'll get sacked/dumped if the hero finds out about her face and how can
she ever tell him?
Some plot stuff happens that I don't remember and the Villainess attacks our
heroine and tries to scratch her eyes out. The mask gets damaged and the
heroine freaks out and hides in her dressing room. She spills nail varnish
remover on the mask and it's magically all mended again.
The book ends when the hero catches the heroine without the mask and has no
idea what she's talking about when she sobs out her agonised confession
about her scars. Because Lo! They are magically all mended too! She didn't
look at her face in the mirror without the mask on for months and they all
What gave me the crazies about this book is that I am absolutely sure that
in the late '70s / early '80s not even George Lucas had a pull-on rubber
mask with Cleopatra wig that would not make you look like an alien instead
of a beautiful young woman. And if he did I don't think nail varnish remover
would have fixed nasty scratches in it.
I'd love to find this and read it again, just so I can see if the author
really did manage to put that much WTFery in a book which can have been no
more than 200 pages long.
This is miracle crazysauce. I want to read this. I bet half of you are thinking, "Please, someone identify this book so I can read it." This book must be found for the betterment of crazysauce readers like us - and we're everywhere! Anyone recall this book?