I strongly disliked this book, so much so that it kind of makes me feel I am developing the same anger issues as the narrator, Nora. Then I think of something else and become normal again. Whew.
Anyway. Nora is portrayed from the beginning as an angry and bitter spinster. And she is in her THIRTIES. For real. Anyway, she gloms on to an exotic little family that befriends her at first but eventually treats her pretty shabbily. And that is it.
This book gives single women a bad name, it gives artists a bad name, it even gives spinsters a bad name. I wish I could unread it, but then again I don't, because then I might find myself reading it at some point in the future.