Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day

Yeah, so I picked this up from the library around 7pm and finished reading it at 11:30pm. A much-needed break from this last stretch of schoolwork for the year. Poor Miss Pettigrew is yanked from one end of the (figurative) seesaw to the other a few too many times, but it was light and fun and sweet and warmhearted. (I do have to note the few moments of shame for comments that were socially acceptable at the time but are no longer.) And yes, now I can watch the movie.