Mostly good but not as captivating as the first of Margaret Drabble’s books that I read, though I will certainly read more. Sometimes it was an interesting and pretty universal story of relationships and money and at other times it seemed like a tired period piece of the early 1970s. Often in books like this I find the everyday details as compelling as the story but somehow here the era just seemed to get in the way. It left me feeling like I’d missed the point really.