If one suspends all disbelief, particularly involving the process of getting into grad school, or the possibility of stumbling on an untouched hundreds-year-old dwelling in urban London, not to mention a main character whose entire past was defined by vague obliviousness but who can suddenly develop piercing insight within just a few pages… then this book will be a lovely story of a woman finally finding her strength and pursuing her own dreams! (All that aside, my very least favorite part was the narrator’s blithe assertion that getting married and getting a boring desk job meant that she had to put away all her books, because that lifestyle meant that she couldn’t read any more. Hello? What?!)