Author: Winifred Watson
Preface: Henrietta Twycross-Martin, 2000
Illustrations: Mary Thomson, 1938
Publisher: Persephone Books
Number of Pages: 234
'This,' thought Miss Pettigrew, 'is Life.
I have never lived before.'
I was so enchanted with this book! I wanted to devour it as fast as I devoured Gone Girl, but the enchantment was so complete that I decided to savor it slowly. I read only one or two chapters a day and finished it late last night (staying up past my bedtime to do so). Once I came to the ending I had to gobble it up quickly to find out how Miss Pettigrew's and Miss LaFosse's story ended.
My favorite part of the story was near the end. Miss Pettigrew and Miss LaFosse are at the nightclub where Miss LaFosse performs. Nick, the owner of the nightclub, lover of Miss LaFosse and bad guy of the story, is trying to pull Miss LaFosse away from her date and the man she loves, Michael. Miss Pettigrew, with her newfound assertiveness, hisses at Michael to sock Nick; so he does. Then everyone at their table makes a run for the door.
Michael grabbed Miss La Fosse's arm and towed her towards the door. She went. Tony grabbed Miss Dubarry, Julian grabbed Rosie, Martin grabbed Peggie, George made hay while the sun shone and grabbed Angela. General Pettigrew [Miss Pettigrew] urged on the troops. Joe rumbled behind her, 'Never did like the fellow.'Hilarious! I laughed so much I thought I was going to wake my husband, who was sleeping in the next room!
If you're a woman whose looking for a few good friends for a day or two, then Miss Pettigrew Lives For A Day is definitely for you. If you're a fast reader, you can read it in one day. However, I would recommend saving it for an under the weather day, or a rainy day. Miss Pettigrew and Miss LaFosse are sure to cheer you up when you're feeling down.
Bang went all Miss Pettigrew's cherished beliefs: scattered her naive imaginings that only the men dreaded the altar: gone for ever her former unsophisticated outlook. 'I've lived too secluded a life,' thought Miss Pettigrew. 'I've not appreciated how my own sex has advanced. It's time I realized it.'
Miss Pettigrew: "It's no use, we women just can't help ourselves. When it comes to love we're born adventurers."