Frankly, it should be compulsory for every human being on the planet to read The Darling Buds of May at least once in their life time - with the good example of Ma and Pop Larkin glowing cheerfully at the back of their minds like a summer's day in Kent, no human being could possibly want to start a war, exploit others for foul gain or deliberately hurt anyone! Which is why this book gets a "perfick" rating with all the stars available in the Goodreads universe.
Plot: Unsuspecting Mr Cedric Charlton, inspector of HM Revenue and Taxes, stumbles unwittingly into the most glorious - and notorious - nest of tax evaders known to gods. As soon as he claps eyes one the beautiful vision that is Mariette Larkin, however, Cedric forgets all about the buff-yellow tax form he came to deliver and falls wholeheartedly for the charm of the Larkins - twins, geese, ducks, goats, donkeys and all. At the beginning we suspect foul play, our sinful minds believe that the naive young man is going to be seduced into a marriage of convenience, for Mariette Larkin suspects she is pregnant by another man. She isn't even sure who the father might be, it certainly isn't Cedric, who has just appeared in the Larkin's ramshackle farmyard to collect taxes.
We soon discover, Ma and Pop Larkin are unconcerned about late 1950s conventions: a baby is simply a wonderful addition to the Larkin paradise on Earth. The Larkins may be little devils when it comes to tax evasion, but they are the kindliest creatures on the planet who'd never force their daughter into a marriage where she'd not be happy with the choice of groom and they couldn't care less about conventions of marriage either. Having produced 6 children without the encumbrance of a marriage certificate, Ma and Pop Larking know they can easily manage a grandchild that comes from "the wrong side of the blanket".
Inevitably, Cedric, who is turned into a proper Charley by Pop Larkin, learns to "use his loaf" and proposes to Mariette, learns to enjoy life and begins to view the tax office much as any right-thinking person on the planet would.
Filled with a wonderful sense of fun and sensuality, the book also introduces us to memorable characters like the impoverished Brigadier, sprightly spinster Edith Pilchester and the poor-as-church-mice Miss Barnwells, the effervescent Angela Snow (who is like a younger, female version of Pop himself) and the villains of the strawberry field, Poll and Lil Sanders, and the voluptuous temptress of the strawberry basket, Pauline Jackson.
If there are any Goodreads bookworms out there who have, like me, experienced the delights of strawberry picking on a hot summer's day, the book will bring a whole strawberry basket full of mixed emotions to your minds.
But who picks fruit these days and are they having nearly as much fun as we chosen few did, the Mariettes and Ma Larkins, the Charlies and tiny Aunt Fans, the multitude of kids who stuffed their gobs with the succulent, juicy strawberries until their lips, tongues and cheeks were as red as the fruit itself - like I did some 40 years ago?
Forever bathed in golden sunlight and blessed with the fragrance of gardenia, buttercups and may, not to mention sage and onion and roast geese, and ringing with the laughter of Ma Larkin and Pop's belching, The Darling Buds of May is simply a must-read. Best consumed while lolling about in a spring meadow with Kent's deep blue skies twinkling above and a basket of strawberries by one's side. Perfick, as Pop would say!