Last night, I got desperate & started reading the only English novel in this Paris sublet: Jane Feather’s classic, “To Wed a Wicked Prince.” So far, Miss Feather has conjured me a fiesty heroine of compromised means, a Russian Prince harboring a dark secret, and a courtship to totally, totally write home about. Sapphire pendants! Spirited silver mares! Don’t even get me started on the riding habits, which are described in particularly lusty detail by Ms. Feather. A must-read for the woman in despair.
