Allhug says here that you read this delightful book as part of "a serious debate about fiction", which is baloney, of course. You read this book for the sheer pleasure afforded by the first part and mild alarm at the blundering way (never repeated thankfully) the second is rushed to a happy (but clumsy) conclusion, with a few nods to Gothic absurdity along the way. The really good elements are Isabella and John Thorpe, two of the author's most monstrously enjoyable creations; the view of Bath through the ingenuous and untested character of Catherine (brilliantly done, Isabella's behaviour has become transparent even to Catherine by the end); and you read it for the satisfaction of seeing Catherine getting her man by virtue of being such a good egg. The Bath scenes are brilliant, the Abbey ones less so, but the whole is superb. An author of promise; could go far.