I’ve recently discovered that I accidentally wasted 33 years of my life not reading D.E. Stevenson’s books. She wrote what Wikipedia is pleased to call “light romantic novels” and she published one book (sometimes more) pretty much every year from 1923 to 1970.
I am making up for my unconscionable lack of judgment now by obtaining every one of her books I can find (they’re nearly all out of print). I just received this lovely five volume boxed set in the mail. I mean, can you even stand this awesomeness?
Is that Robert Redford on the box? Redford has never looked so good.
And here they are in all their glory:
I’m not sure what else to tell you about these if the covers alone have not convinced you to read them. I can read two a day; they’re like snack food. But you’ll have to find your own because I can never bear to let these out of my possession again. In fact, I’m just going to carry them around the house and snuggle them for the rest of the day.