“When the loo paper gets thicker and the writing paper thinner it’s always a bad sign, at home.”
Absolutely delightful. The title would have one believe this is a romance, and I suppose it is, but it’s more like the Dowager Countess Violet meets Jane Austen, with rather a lot of naughtiness thrown in. Full of those fabulous bon mots only the English seem to be able to do really well.
“You are so fortunate not to be a beauty, Fanny, you’ll never know the agony of losing your looks.”
“Thank you,” I said.
Now that I’ve already read it, I see I should probably have read The Pursuit of Love first, that it would help me make better sense of the cast of characters. That’s all right, I’ll read it now, and if I’m then obliged to read Love in a Cold Climate over again, I’m perfectly fine with that, too.