There’s no doubt that a beautifully written series of romance novels by bestselling American author Julia Quinn adapted into a Netflix series by the award-winning producer, screenwriter and author Shonda Rhimes was a recipe for success.

But let’s face it, just the pomp, pageantry, and juicy gossip of the Ton in British’s aristocracy and high society during the Regency era was enough to draw me in. Dukes, and Earls and Viscounts, oh my! The rest is, as they say, just a spoon of hot chocolate fudge on a scoop of vanilla ice-cream.

I must add however, that I have long admired Shonda Rhimes, ever since the TV series Scandal. I binge watched that one weekend to emerge utterly bleary eyed but emotionally satisfied at the end. I love the way her work is all inclusive because it helps all our imaginations to run a little wild before returning to reality on Monday morning.

What I love the most about the Bridgerton Netflix series, however, is that the genesis was a romance novel. Being a romance novelist myself, I don’t think the genre is given enough credit, with its ‘happily ever after’ and ‘love conquers all’ tropes. I mean, that’s not indicative of the real world, correct? Well, here’s what I say to that, go ahead and let your imagination run wild, because come Monday morning, there is enough reality waiting for us all.