This is a light and enjoyable read; it lacks the magical and dark feeling that is found in some of Comyns' novels. Nor is our lead character particularly kooky - unlike many of her creations. I loved her portraits of 1950s Barcelona:
'Light streamed out of the unshuttered windows onto the neglected garden below, fringed mimosa leaves faintly caught the light, and oranges and lemons glowed against dark leaves so that they resembled one of the Douanier Rousseau's forests. A startled white cat, with its tail held high, ran away into the night.'

A story of a marriage going through a difficult time with a scenic backdrop. ( )