Had a fallow time for personal reading – too busy with mss and literary consultancy work. Today I returned to Miss Thing and decided to start over. This time, for some reason that I can’t fathom [my mood, the sunny weather?] I got right into it and was completely hooked, spell-bound, won over by the sheer audacity of the writing. It’s clever without being too high-minded. It’s playful and naughty, as if Chassler’s trying to see how far she can go. Up to p. 110 in one sitting. It’s THAT good.