Published in 1950, it's a wonderful if somewhat bittersweet tale of two sisters, Belinda and Harriet single women in a time when women were expected to marry or live in a very coded way. Belinda has been holding a torch for Henry, the archdeacon for 30 years since he chose to marry Agatha. Harriet spends her time pampering every new vicar that arrives in the village, refusing marriage proposals from a middle age Italian Count. It's every day life at his simplest but also at it's most poignant. Loneliness, aloneness, one's own inadequacies, all written in a restrained yet very intense style. I especially like all the food and all the plot around the food. what they ate, what they would eat, what they will serve, almost all metaphors for their lives. I was less impressed with all the poetry quotes but they do add to the overall effect when used, I just don't love them as much as Belinda or Henry. I will definitely return to Pym's world. It's an amusing, yet very unpredictable world to visit.