Last Sunday was the changeover to Daylight Saving Time, and after running some errands in the morning, I wanted nothing so much as to sleep. But as that would have been a terrible idea, I picked up Georgette Heyer’s The Foundling as something undemanding, and it worked very well indeed to keep me awake and amused for the afternoon.
I’m going to be extremely lazy and refer you to Trent’s post for a description, because I’m behind on booklogging and I couldn’t improve on his description. I didn’t like it quite as well as Trent; part of the romance element rubbed me the wrong way (this has romance in it, but isn’t a romance novel, unlike the other Heyer I’ve read), and I had the feeling, looking back on it, that the frothy lightness was precariously balanced and could have popped at any moment. However, it served its purpose very well, so I shouldn’t be too critical of it.