I mistook this for "A Right to be Merry," another book with a yellow cover, written by a cloistered monastic, who moves from her original community to a new one, and decided to read it, anyway, since sometimes by chance one can find something interesting.
This one predates the other by a good 20-30 years, and it shows, having been published in 1955. What gems there were about the contemplative life were dulled by the commentary about "godless professors," the evils of evolution, and such other comments that had nothing to do with the narrative. (Mother Catherine could've done with a better editor.)
While I'm very much on the Benedictine/Cistercian axis, the pre-Vatican II expression of Carmelite spirituality seems a bit strange and out of balance. It would've been nice to have a modern Carmelite offer a prologue to put things into context. The chapter, especially, on mortification and penance made my inner Benedictine cringe.
Mother Mary Francis's book is literally bursting with joy at the contemplative life, something this book lacks, much to its detriment.