How terrible am I for wishing Lady S sort of got away with it??? Regardless, such a fun and funny novel. Something of a feat for me. I’m reading Quixote and finished JR last week, but think I might have smiled more and been entertained—on a lighthearted front—by this small epistolary effort more than either (certainly by Quixote, anyway, with people shitting their pants every 10 minutes. Not my style).

I have found myself thinking about this all the time since May, so am bumping it up to 5 stars. If Northanger is a 4, certainly this is a 5, in my mind.