3.5 stars rounded up. When the power went out with some heavy downpours and high winds this week, I reached for a Miss Read book waiting on my bookshelf. It's just the kind of cozy read the inclement weather demanded. This is not the kind of book you want to jump into without reading the others preceding in the series. There would be way too many characters to keep up with and you would no doubt find it confusing and throw it down in exasperation. But if you have been reading along, you've come to know the inhabitants of Thrush Green and their foibles and eccentricities. There are good apples and a few bad ones, but the well intentioned definitely do predominate. This book was published in 1990 but there's little to distinguish it from an earlier era of the 50's or 60's. The only professional women are retired school teachers, both spinsters, and a retired nurse. The employed women belong to the working (previously servants') class, and are largely employed as domestics or cooks, or work in a tea room, or in elderly care. The women of the upper middle and higher classes are not idle - besides running their households, raising children, and gardening, they are constantly involved in community service of one kind or another - contributing things for charity sales or making curtains for the elderly home, helping with the church flowers, and involved with the Women's Institute or the Red Cross, all within the cozy confines of Thrush Green and the neighboring village of Lulling. It still seems that when women marry, they give up any kind of career they had. So it does feel like a bit of a time slip to settle into Miss Read's world. In this addition to the series there are some serious topics that come up such as alcoholism and senile dementia. While the village is full of gossips, most everyone treats these issues with kindness and understanding. Some problems seem to be more easily dealt with than others, but not without consequences. Real life does intrude into Miss Read's idyllic settings, and her characters are widely representative and all are treated with sympathy. There's a child and a miscarriage out of wedlock, despite the mother's religious upbringing, and young women leaving home chasing after men, but these are not as scandalous as in generations past, bringing age old stories into a more modern perspective. Still, these books seem very old-fashioned and should be enjoyed as such. Miss Read's great contribution is her understanding of human nature and her sympathy and humor in depicting it. I had to laugh, while recognizing that distinct human tendency of letting one's mind easily go to envisioning worst case scenarios, especially for those of us who are natural worriers, at the following passage where retired spinster schoolteacher Agnes is concerned about her housemate Dorothy after she had heard some unfortunate news:
She seemed to be a very long time in the bathroom, and Agnes's anxiety grew. Was she prostrate with grief? Had she collapsed on the floor, perhaps striking her head on the wash-basin and now lying stunned? Could she - dreadful thought! - be contemplating suicide?
The bathroom cupboard certainly held medicine, but nothing much more toxic than aspirin, TCP, and calamine lotion. To be sure, there was a bottle of disinfectant for the lavatory. And prisoners in cells sometimes hanged themselves, but apart from the belt of the bathrobe there was really nothing to hand in the bathroom in that line. In any case, Agnes thought wildly, that hook on the door would scarcely stand the weight.
If you haven't read any of Miss Read's delightful books, I suggest you get right on it, but start at the beginning.