So, as most of you know, I work at a library, and the majority of my time is spent taking books on or off shelves, organizing them, checking them in, and sending them to other libraries. Lately I have been amusing myself by writing down the book titles on ridiculous "historical fiction" covers that I see. The best (or worst) ones are the supposedly "Regency" books.
Anyway, I thought you might like to snark over them with me, so here we go.
This is the one that started me off. I looked underneath the title where it says "A Regency Romance" and I think I probably scoffed rather loudly. Excuse me? Regency?? What Regency lady would ever go around with her hair spilling about her like that-- and also, where on EARTH did she get the (amply applied) mascara and eyeliner?
While we're at it, let's take a look at the synopsis.
Southern belle Meg Burton is her parents’ last hope of avoiding financial ruin, and a distant cousin’s kind gesture seems an ideal solution: he will sponsor Meg for a London Season. The pursuit of a wealthy husband was not exactly how the bookish young woman had envisioned her first trip abroad—after all, what does a girl from Charleston, South Carolina, know about being a lady? Amidst the stunning gowns and extravagant balls of the ton, Meg feels like an imposter [sic]. Thankfully, she has one friend who knows her true self—Carlo, a handsome stable hand. Despite their difference in station, love blossoms between the unlikely pair, and Meg is sure of one thing: she wants nothing to do with the insufferable European aristocracy.
