I must say, I am a bit disappointed. I pick out Georgette Heyer’s books at random, trying to read them all. Some I LOVE (Venetia, The Unknown Ajax, Arabella), some I absolutely hate (Sprig Muslin, Regency Buck), and some are somewhere in the middle. Those don’t feature characters I loathe and would love to slap some sense into, but they also don’t make me care in the least about the characters’ fates. This is one of these books for me.
The story is almost exactly the same as that of Sprig Muslin (only with a much less despicable girl at the center of the story): pretty, but foolish girl, runs away from the family that took her in (in this case because she was treated as a charity case (hence the title “Charity Girl”) and expected to be almost a servant to the girls), is found by slightly bored, but honorable and faultless aristocrat, who gets himself entangled in her mess –because, well, honestly, as was the case in Sprig Muslin, I have no idea why. Some misguided sense of honor, most likely- , who ends up realizing he has been in love with his best friend –who is always happy to be burdened with the runaway in question and take care of her while the hero sorts out the girl’s mess- all along.
I thought Ashley, Viscount Desford, was slightly boring and uninteresting. He was so nice, so understanding, so perfect, it was sickening. Heyer has written the bored aristocrat who finds and helps a runaway so much better in my opinion (The Corinthian). Cherry was not particularly irritating, but very insipid and easy to be taken advantage of. I wished she would grow a backbone and stand up for herself, but that didn’t happen. I also didn’t care much for Henrietta, Desford’s best friend, who just took in a total stranger, no questions asked, while the hero left to find someone willing to take her off her hands. The love story between Deford and Henrietta also fell much to short, to the point where it made very little sense to me that in the end both proclaimed they had loved each other all along.
To make things worse, this book featured some of the worst names I have yet come across (and having read almost all of Heyers books by now, that is saying something): Lady Sophronia Emborough, Charity “Cherry” Steane, Hephzibah Cardle, and Lucasta, Oenone, Perenna, and Dianeme Bugle. Some of these made me wonder how you would pronounce them that I sometimes forgot to concentrate on what I was reading.
It’s a short, light read that I would only recommend to the most dedicated Heyer fans, because I feel that if you pick this up at random without having read some of her other, more brilliant books, you could get the impression all her books are like this, which is definitely not the case. The second star is purely for the quality of the writing and some funny scenes (which still lacked the sparkling humor found, for example, in The Talisman Ring).