Well, Ms, Moon I am nearly halfway done with Miss Benson's Beetle, and I must say I love it, so very much. It strikes me as forever since I read a book for nothing but the pure pleasure of reading it.
It strikes me that the three main characters are really all driven by the same thing: fear. And that their ways of coping with their disparate fears is as different as night and day.
I was reading in bed tonight and burst out laughing at the police stop as Marjory discovers that Enid has stolen the jeep they are in. Tim asked me what was so funny and I read it aloud to him, and we laughed together,
Thank you for your book suggestion.
PS: When I am done with this, I have The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry as well as The Love Song Of Miss Queenie Hennessy. What a luxury!