Nancy Mitford's The Pursuit of Love
I had intended to wait to reread this until book club was slightly closer on the horizon, but Mitford so perfectly suited my current mood that I just went for it. I love her by turns hilarious and moving semi-autobiographical story even though all the characters are kind of terrible rich eccentrics (and in a couple of cases, blatantly racist). She paints them so vividly though--I particularly relish the wartime scenes with Davey and The Bolter. And the end is a real stunner. I really feel like Mitford is underrated as a novelist.
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