You couldn't not like anything she wrote, but the older I get, the more I ache for the "normal" rubbish untalented one she always puts in. Young girls reading these books think they're Posy Fossil, or at a push Pauline, or here they might be the equivalent of any of the precocious ones, but I, of course, like most of us, am dull cranky Petrova, and I'm worrywart Myra, whose only identified talent is "being a good sister". I did hurt for the poor thing, as her siblings capered and showed off around her, and everyone in the family encouraged them and patronised her.