I’m not sure how much more “me” you could get than a tiny novella about upper-middle or upper-class girls of “slender means” living in the May of Teck Club in war-time London. Imagine a group of odd girls all thrown together working in the war effort, sharing one breath-taking Schiaparelli evening gown while doing “brain work” for a publisher or teaching elocution!
This is just barely more than a short story–only just a “novel” because the publisher deemed it so. But, as always with Muriel Sparks’ writing, it packs so much into such a tiny space. And then… no spoilers!
While it lacks the wallop of The Driver’s Seat or the purpose of Miss Jean Brodie (the novel it followed), but I enjoyed it all the same.
Girls of Slender Means by Muriel Spark.