I’ll admit that reading old Harlequin romances was one of my favorite pastimes as a tween. Nancy Drew, Trixie Belden, and Cherry Ames books still captured my interest, but, oh my goodness, those old Harlequins I’d find at yard sales, book sales, and even auctions were like magical carpet rides to the exotic. I’ll confess that I probably was as interested in their settings as in the romance. (Though I quickly did get hooked on the romance aspect too.)
These weren’t books I’d purchase new, but rather well-thumbed and loved paperbacks. The covers were a draw too with their painterly …


