I do so much enjoy Margery Sharp's novels! Witty, slightly ironic and very intelligently written (I sometimes have to google various literary references and vocabulary words).
Louisa Datchett is a career woman, a professional photographer of dogs. She also likes men, but for her, that entails acting as a surrogate mother for single men who are mostly down on their luck. Then one day, as though struck by a bright light from heaven, she decides that being a married lady is far better than being an independent career woman. "--Considering the average run of independent self-supporting modern women, Louisa honestly believed they’d all be better off with rich husbands."
What follows is a romp wherein Louisa tries to catch one prospective husband after the other. First, she tries out a rich one, but she gives him up to a fluffy widow. Next comes a steady, dependable man, one who never postpones unpleasant tasks like dentist appointments ("In Louisa’s experience, getting a man to the dentist’s was like getting a cat to the vet’s.").
Next she decides that a family man would be just the ticket, but he is the worst of all! ("At last, she’d met a man she positively disliked. She was no longer indiscriminately fond of men.")
So she resigns herself to be a career woman after all, except that she fails to have any commissions. Just when she has been reduced to a diet of bread and margarine, a man -- THE MAN -- catches her.
4 stars!