Elizabeth Peters Week continues!
If you've been meaning to get in on the action, NOW IS THE TIME. As I've received so many lovely contributions (I'm still taking them, but only through today!), I've been running some of the longer ones over the course of the week, and I'll be posting the rest and linking everything up tomorrow.
I should begin by admitting that I’m a little bit irrational about Elizabeth Peters/Barbara Michaels. I’ll go even farther than Leila and say that I refuse to admit that her opera omnia has flaws. I’m not militant about it, but it’s not a discussion I can have.
Ever since Leila brought up the subject, I’ve been turning over what I could write about and coming up with zilch—not for lack of material, mind you, but because I was swamped. How much do I love Sir John? How I love that Peabody goes to Egypt for me (since I hate travel, sand and sun)? That her heroines range from gorgeous, naïve Damaris Gordon to gentle, middle aged ladies like Ruth Bennet?
Then I decided I was going to talk about how her heroines tend to have jobs that matter to them, but it turns out that thinking about this when you’ve been unemployed for eight months is a terrible idea.
So I think I will just leave it at this: I love the work that Elizabeth Peters has done for the last forty years so much that it destroys my critical judgment and undermines my moral faculties. You see, when Leila moved back to Maine . . . I deliberately hid all her double copies of EP/BM books that I didn’t own yet myself.* Which (I recognize in a hazy kind of way) is actually theft.**
There you have it. Huge fan. (Terrible person maybe, but huge fan.)
*Full disclosure: I also did this with the Joan Aiken books.
** Seriously though? Even if they’re identical editions?
CC is CC, and I am as irrational about her as she is about Elizabeth Peters.