Reading, for me, is entertainment and an escape from the real world. But it can also inform and stretch the boundaries of the life I live.
This 1959 Harlequin Romance is pretty much what I expected, but I unexpectedly liked it. It was silly, and at less than 200 pages required continuous infodumps, and had typos on every other page, but I was charmed by the characters and the time period and the plot.
Maybe I was just in the right mood for it.
Vintage paperback, bought at Half Price Books as part of a $5 mystery bundle.