I learned about this book from a favorite book blog, Stuck in a Book. Knowing that it is a Virago Modern Classic as well made me predisposed to like it. It is a short book with hardly any text on each page. I enjoyed reading it but don’t feel the need to read it again. It made me feel a little too sad (in the quesy way not the poignant way). I think I might need a break from stories involving spinsters with rich imaginary lives; a little too close for comfort perhaps.
