I'm currently reading
A Scandalous Life: The Biography of Jane Digby by Mary S. Lovell, and I'm just ridiculously engrossed. This woman had the most amazing life - someone should make a movie of it, and even then it would seem too much to be believable.
Jane was born into a rich Georgian family, renowned as a great beauty, married a well-known lord and politician when she was still a teenager, and was no more than a few years into her marriage when she caused scandal by eloping with an Austrian prince. She divorced her husband in a case that shocked the entire British establishment, moved to Germany and became the lover of the Bavarian King after her prince abandoned her. She then married a Bavarian baron before embarking on an affair with a Greek count. The baron and the count fought a duel over her, before the baron let her go, and they remained friends to the end of their lives.
Jane then later divorced her Greek count, had an affair with the Greek king (who was the son of the Bavarian king she had earlier had an affair with), took up with a Thessalian bandit general, left him when he was unfaithful to her with her maid - and ran away to Syria, with the maid still in service. Because men come and go, but a good lady's maid is forever, right?
Then whilst travelling in the Middle East she fell in love with a Bedouin Sheik half her age, married him and lived with him to the end of her days, passionately in love, half the year living in goats-hair tents in the desert and half in a palatial villa in Damascus. She was fluent in nine languages, lived as an independent wealthy woman, beholden to no-one, and flaunted the values of society with impunity - and not one of the men she was involved with seemed to think of her with anything less than affection, even after she'd loved 'em and left 'em.
Just...damn. What a woman. What a story.