I have read Georgette Heyer’s novels – the historical ones, at least 10 times. Some of them significantly more.
They are old friends. I know what is going to happen, but visiting Heyer’s world is always going to make me smile. I know the characters, I know what is going to be said, I know what is going to happen. But just like talking old friends, there is a pleasant joining of phrases, known and beautiful that make me relax and know that life is OK. They make me smile.
These books have kept me company while I sat for endless hours in hospital rooms, while eating alone in a restaurant, while flying across the country in a plane. They have made the unendurable stress of being helpless bearable. They have cheered up moments of loneliness. They have made time pass pleasantly.
I will never be able to thank her for the gift of her words. But they have given me a great many smiles.