Cold Comfort Farm

I know, I'm late to the party on this one. Thank heavens for my neighborhood friend who, every now and then, simply presses into my hands a book she thinks I need to read. She is never wrong, and has never been righter than she was with this smart, funny, sharp, outrageously contemporary 1934 novel about a young woman with a good head on her shoulders who straightens out the hopeless set of literary sterotypes that surround her. Any literary critic should pay particualr attention to Mr. Mybug's impassioned argument that Branwell Bronte wrote Wuthering Heights; it is a caution to us all. For added fun, check out the edition with the cover illustrated by Roz Chast.