I should point out from the outset that The Toll-Gate is one of two novels by Georgette Heyer that I don’t own. This is mostly because this is also one of two novels by Georgette Heyer that I can never remember. Various comments in previous posts did not exactly raise my hopes high for this book. But books in these rereads have surprised me before, so, armed with dark chocolate and wine (two ingredients that generally improve any reading experience), I began.
And then went to go hunt down more dark chocolate and wine.
[When you find the need to abandon your first chapter, but leave it in the book anyway. Major spoilers, which I mention in case you, like me, completely forgot the book and have forgotten that these are spoilers.]