I've been reading these comments and my top four keep shifting every time you or the Rev reminds me of another one! "Cotillion" is a treat, and one of the first "romances" I read where I stepped back from the characters. I think the problem with a lot of that genre is it's intentionally Mary Sueing--and usually way too serious. At 15, it was quite cool to find a book where the author meant us to laugh at the hero and heroine, implying love can be silly and funny and for ordinary people whose parents roll their eyes whenever they enter the room.

What about "The Unknown Ajax," where the hero pretends to be an uneducated dolt?