One of Stylist's books of the summer 'Perfect' India Knight 'A very fine book... It's witty and sharp and reads like something by Barbara Pym or Anita Brookner, without ever feeling like a pastiche' David Nicholls 'This is one of the most tender, beautiful books I have ever read. Please, please order it now. I honestly don't want you to be without it. It is exquisite' Lucy Mangan 'A gorgeous, gentle novel about love and loneliness set in the 1950s. If you're looking for something escapist and bittersweet, I could not recommend more' Pandora Sykes 'Brilliant: I found it incredibly absorbing... Many of our listeners will adore this book' Jane Garvey on BBC Radio 4 Woman's Hour 'Remarkable... Small Pleasures is no small pleasure' The Times 'Chambers' eye for undemonstrative details achieves a Larkin-esque lucidity... There is compassion and quiet humour to be found in this tale of postwar Britain' Guardian 'An irresistible novel - wry, perceptive and quietly devastating' Mail on Sunday 'The 21st century heir to Jane Austen, Barbara Pym and Elizabeth Taylor' Amanda Craig, author of The Golden Rule 'Will draw you in from the first page and keep you gripped until the very end' Ruth Hogan, author of The Keeper of Lost Things 1957, south-east suburbs of London. Jean Swinney is a feature writer on a local paper, disappointed in love and - on the brink of forty - living a limited existence with her truculent mother. When a young Swiss woman, Gretchen Tilbury, contacts the paper to claim that her daughter is the result of a virgin birth, it is down to Jean to discover whether she is a miracle or a fraud. But the more she investigates, the more her life becomes strangely (and not unpleasantly) intertwined with that of the Tilburys: Gretchen herself, her husband Howard - with his dry wit and gentle disposition - and her charming daughter Margaret. But they are the subject of the story Jean is researching for the newspaper, a story that increasingly seems to be causing dark ripples across all their lives. And yet Jean cannot bring herself to discard the chance of finally having a taste of happiness.