Biographies aren't really my thing, and biographies of authors I love? What if I find out something about them that colours how I feel when I read their books? That could be bad. So I picked at this book off and on over a few weeks, but I needn't have worried. Other than a feeling of baffled irritation at her ongoing war with internal revenue, and the sense that politically she and I are worlds apart, I am largely indifferent to her private life. I am convinced though, that Georgette Heyer's work should have been appreciated by a much wider audience.