Darren grabbed a selection of lightish reads from his book collection when I was feeling ill and in need of something different and not too taxing to read. This was the one I picked out. Whimsical is a good word to describe it. I don’t want to go into the plot too much because it’s hard to do without giving away the point of the book, I’ll just give an idea of the subject matter by saying that a small mostly Catholic town on what I think is the edge of the Peak District in what I think was about the 1950s is all shaken up by the arrival of the mysterious Father Fludd.

I quite enjoyed it and the writing style made me think of Muriel Spark but then I noticed that one of the cover reviewers had said that too so I probably didn’t come up with that comparison by myself.