A review by aggressive_nostalgia
The Black Moth by Georgette Heyer

3.0

OH. THE MELODRAMA. Not as witty or funny as many of Heyer’s later works, but surprisingly entertaining nonetheless? I can’t quite fathom why I was so invested in the emotional wellbeing of these ridiculous goofuses, but an I were not, I should hardly have finished it. (I do wish, though, that someone had at least hinted why cheating at cards is apparently the most disgraceful and heinous crime a gentleman can commit – more unforgivable, evidently, than highway robbery? Or kidnapping women to force them into matrimony? Or – Jane Austen preserve us – eloping??)