Georgette Heyer usually is pretty reliable for a fun, fluffy, historical entertainment. Charity Girl is the first one of hers I've read that simply wasn't enjoyable. Cherry, the charity girl of the title, is the most insipid and outright idiotic heroine around, while everyone else is simply unlikable and uninteresting; the Regency slang, normally elegantly and amusingly used by Heyer, is so over the top that the book is almost incoherent; and the plot itself is dull as dishwater. It takes about twice as long for events to play out as they should, and then everyone has to tell everyone else what just happened all over again. Charity Girl feels like a betrayal - Georgette Heyer, you're better than this.