I finished three books in July--a P. G. Wodehouse comic novel, a historical romance, a Henry James book.
Laughing Gas is a about a posh British guy who finds himself body-swapped with a Hollywood child actor after they had dental procedure at the same time in adjacent surgeries. It's hilarious, as to be expected from Wodehouse, but there are some pretty disconcerting details--which I believe is not inaccurate, whether it's in early to mid-20th century or even now--about the treatment of child actors (eg. forcing them to diet, throwing them away just like that once they stop being "cute").
A Summer to Remember is a well-written romance. I can't really comment on its period-appropriateness or accuracy, but it's an easy, enjoyable read.
I devoured Washington Square in a day, a rarity for me these days, but I just couldn't stop reading it. I found the main character, Catherine, frustrating but believable, and the tragedy of her story is that, if only her father doesn't look down on her so much, if only her aunt isn't such a silly, selfish woman, she could very well live a happier, more fulfilling life.