The thrust is gently conservative, with a folk wisdom that has much to commend it… Po-faced indeed would be any reader who is not drawn in and delighted, even if at the expense of an odd cringe or two — the latter probably being therapeutic.
I really am reminded of Jane Austen.
Among many lovely moments is a concert:
With the Pie Jesu, which was sung by Nicola Wood, whom Isabel knew slightly, her mind came back to the music. Dona eis requiem; grant them rest. It was not a complex melody, with its cautiously developed melody and its utter resolution; it was a lullaby really, and that, she thought, was what a requiem really was. If one were to be taken up to heaven, then it would be Faure who might accompany one.
Over the fold there is a little more Faure, and a PDF extract from The Careful Use of Compliments. Enjoy.