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Need an icon for "books I am reading".

This Shabbat was spent, in part, in the Regency period - I read Cecelia and Sorcery and began Heyer's The Masqueraders. The first, by Pat Wrede and Caroline Stevermer, was great fun - it's an epistolary novel set in an alternative universe where magic is real (and reminding me of a hatching bunny of a regency era Potterverse story that would NOT recast the same characters.) I truly recommend it.

The other one is breaking my slashy little brain. Because the plot turns on a brother and sister duo that dress as the opposite sex - she's very tall and he's very short and they're rather in fear for their freedom if not their lives. And, of course, she falls for a man and he falls for a woman. And, see. The subtext is right there for me - *her* objet d'amour is clearly in love with her, and this just gives away the main twist because a man in a novel like this would *never* fall for a *boy*. I wonder if his behavior was less - blatant - to non-slashy eyes? So I know how it's going to end. Which is fine, but I keep thinking of an alternate ending, ala MZB - "It's all right, I'm really a girl! See!" Shows girl parts to large man sharing bed with her.
"A girl! Oh, no, my lady!" Runs out of bed and across the room.

(And I lied. This was Georgian, not Regency, which allows for more extravagance in dress and behavior, I think.)


Probably his behaviour is less blatant to non-slashy eyes. Keep in mind that most people will go to incredible lengths to miss things that they don't want to see.

My father thought that I and the girl who came to pick me up every evening in a coat and tie, opened doors for me, paid for everything etc. when I was a teenager were just really good friends, and that she just had a lot more money than me. (Of course, I dressed in feminine clothing and always made excellent grades, so people hardly ever questioned my activities when other people's kids were running around with safety-pins stuck in them.)

He should have questioned where she got all that money as well, heh, but I survived my teenage years and he didn't realise that I had been dating a lesbian drug dealer until I told him, at 28, years and years and years later, when I'd been married and divorced and he expressed confusion as to why I would call myself bisexual.

Now this was in 1980 when people were at least conscious that gay folks existed. *shrug* Appearances really do count for a lot, and at 16 I was an expert in creating the appearance that would permit me to get away with whatever I wanted to do.

Yeah, pretty much what I would think.

They might even think that Sir Anthony, a man noted for his easy temper, fought a duel in order to prevent another duel just because he liked young Peter.

People can be very blind.

Hee! Sorcery and Cecelia is a wonderful book. I bought it when it first came out (lordy, has it really been 16 years?) and I just finished rereading it on the weekend in preparation for reading the sequel, The Grand Tour, which I have on reserve at the library. I loved it back then, and I still love it. I am tempted to just break down and order the matching hardcovers of it and the sequel.