Back in 1969 there were still memories of this being censored literature. My mother saw it and yanked it away from me and told me it was “smut”. A week later she happily returned it to me after reading it. My mother went on to instruct me to share any future literary gems with her that I came across. We went on to read a number of true historical romances after that. It is a fond memory of a bonding moment with my mother. Thanks for bringing up this goal.