All throughout reading this book, I found myself smiling.
This book was published in 1938 and tells the tale of Miss Pettigrew, a failing governess who's life thus far has been quiet, polite and "ladylike", but, as the title gives away, this day, she lives.
I've never before read a book that I've non-stop smiled whilst reading.
I found myself falling quickly in love with Miss Pettigrew and wanting her to have all the kindness she deserved.
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Miss Pettigrew's pulse was fluttering, but she thought, 'One lie to-day, why not two?'
Mothers were queer creatures where their children were concerned. Sauce for the goose was not sauce for the gander.
It's no use, we women just can't help ourselves. When it comes to love we're born adventurers.'
'Young man,' said Miss Pettigrew, 'when you are not being a fussy old woman, I quite like you.'
How could she possibly live out her life never knowing what happened to Phil, whether Nick's charms bore down Miss LaFosse's susceptible defences, who Michael was and what he was like?
She was quite willing to have her outlook widened, but she was a bit old to move too precipitately.
'They deserve all they get,' said Miss Pettigrew belligerently, but without the faintest idea of what they were talking about.
'Sit still,' said Miss Pettigrew firmly. 'If you only knew how I … how I enjoy doing it … particularly for some one who appreciates it.'
'I'm only letting you know. I'm a damn fool over you, and you know it, but I've got limits.
'Have you any influence over that ridiculous mistake she calls a mind?'
'As long as he is kind, that is all that matters. I have known,' said Miss Pettigrew, 'in my life a lot of good people, but few were ever kind.'
Now she, herself, had a destination. What a difference that made! All the difference in the world. Now she lived.
but men were notoriously stupid and susceptible in their middle age.
Miss Pettigrew became all hot and flustered, but behind her trepidation was a wicked sense of rapture. For the first time in life some one was jealous of her.
Joe's conventionally encircling arm was now definitely a warm, comfortable embrace. Miss Pettigrew, there was no other word for it, simply snuggled in. She was quite shamelessly happy.
She had never thought kissing was so truly delightful before. She was getting greedy for kisses.