English village novels are almost always reliable as audiobooks. Helen Simonson might have made the Major's love interest a bit too perfect.
- This was the dull ache of grief in the real world; more dyspepsia than passion.
- Really, his son was becoming as unedited as Marjorie's family.
- It would be satisfying to puncture the vapid conversation with the nail of deliberate cruelty.
- ... all of whom cultivated an air of establishment that was slightly marred by the almost audible hum of social ambition.
- In an attempt to sound delicate, he squeezed the words out of his mouth like the last of the toothpaste from the tube.
- He had found it a great comfort to open his iron strongbox, spread out the thick pages of his will, and read over the list of assets and
distributions. It read like a list of achievements.
- Hugh's book order had resulted in six unnoticed monthly credit card charges for membership to a furry friends website...; it had been passed around the village as a friendly warning, but there were a few people who now called their dogs to heel when passing Whetson in the lane.
- ... Italian jardinières and tossed them on the compos like dead petunias. Alice Pierce, his neighbor, was quite public in her annual compost heap raids.
- She made him a little less anonymous.
- The world seemed to have shrunk to fit quite perfectly inside the room.