I got an uptick of joy every week when Apple alerted my phone - albeit w/o my permission - that a new episode was available. The first 30 minutes or so of the first episode annoyed me, with the screeching young girls climbing walls, dropping a shoe in a cake, making a mockery of the simplicity of just being American. Then these actors emerged and the storyline tightened and developed, layer by layer, unpredictably. The characters began to make sense and the fast pace engaged me, bobbing and weaving between vast, gorgeous landscapes, supersonic shifts in place, quick-witted repertoire. I get it: people who read the novel are annoyed. Step into any Bridgerton online group and the Book Police are making citizens arrests of the showrunners. Iโm glad I didnโt read any of these period pieces because I can engage in these adaptations guilelessly, with a side of Gilded Age. I can calm down, like these girls eventually did as they stepped into mature roles. Itโs going to be okay, yโall.