"But now here she was in Las Palmas in the Canary Islands. Already two men were competing for the pleasure of introducing her to the gay night life of the island."
Childish I know, but the image of a good 1960s girl visiting a bunch of gay night clubs, entertained me for quite a while.
And sometimes, just plain interesting to me, today that is the blurb for I Love A Lass by Elizabeth Cadell:
"The bright young creatures who inhabit Elizabeth Cadell's special world have never been more charming than in this gay, light-hearted story of doubtful doings in France.
And, as ever, the generations are no problem for Mes. Cadell, whose winning books are the more appealing for their well-mannered warfare between the age groups. Thus a very old lady and a very young boy are as important to this double love affair as salt and pepper are to a proper lunch.
The lovers themselves are splendid Cadell characters: Sebastian, a rich young English bachelor who has spent his life driving fast cars and dodging hopeful mothers; his friend, Joss, a quietly unorthodox good guy; and Jessica de Vries, a pleasant prospect for anybody's hand – or money.
First there is a strike, and Joss and Sebastian find themselves stranded in France. No car – no vacation!
Then alors! The Countess buys a taxi. What else? And who should drive it but these perfect strangers with their peculiar baggage.
An old chateau – the sunny summer charm of France – the pleasantly preposterous antics of young men in love – these combine to make this novel one of Mrs. Cadell's most successful recipes for reading pleasure."
PS. Typo of the day has to be me typing out I Love A Less in the title to this post. :D
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