I have a knack for British women writers.
Perhaps it is due to the fact I grew up reading and loving Jane Austen and Emily Bronte; so now I am quite partial to these stories who talk about women and which are written by women.
You can say there's not much action in some of these books, but I don't care. I find them to be perfect summer reads: they talk to me about women that could be my friends, if I were a middle-aged British woman...
This was the first Penelope Lively's book I read, and I did enjoy it. She is exquisitely British, and reminds me of Anita Brookner. I am going to read more books by both of them.