Cover illustration by
Bern Smith
Nurse Toffy [sic]
collected men-friends easily, while her friend Nurse Clare was shy and
fastidious. It was unfortunate that, because of a misunderstanding, the one man
who attracted her gained the very opposite impression of Clare—and disapproved
of her accordingly.
GRADE: A
BEST QUOTES:
“That’s the trouble with men: you have to watch what you ask
for, because they’re only too ready to be little gentlemen and supply it.”
“I smiled at the front-row patients to show them I had them
well in mind. Two of them smiled back; the rest went on studying my shoes in
that disconcerting way they have.”
“I’d long since learned not to be surprised at the speed
with which the grapevine assimilated facts, like an insect-eating plant
gobbling up its prey.”
REVIEW:
I started this book and then had to put it down for a bit
when I went on a long hiking vacation, and when I came back to it I couldn’t
remember much of it, so I started over. How lucky for me that this is such a
truly superlative book!
Nurse Clare Kennedy has actually been out of school for
enough years that she has amassed a truly impressive body of experience. We
watch her expertly staff a busy clinic and serve in a role more like that of a
PA in the ED, making diagnoses, suturing wounds, and initiating treatment plans
with complete skill, accuracy, and aplomb.
The only issue she has is that she is not impressed with the
opposite sex. She’s had a couple of run-ins early on with boys who assaulted
her in the name of love, and it’s left her pretty cool. Her roommate, Torfy, who
is a more freewheeling type, tries to explain that kissing boys is perfectly
acceptable, a hobby indulged in by “ordinary people. Like you and me, for
example. Just people who enjoy petting in cars, that’s all. And a lot of
perfectly ordinary and quite nice people do, you know. In fact they always
did.” Clare is not buying it, however, especially after she is mauled again
after the big nurse’s dance. “I’m not odd,” she tells Torfy, who clearly thinks
otherwise. “But I just don’t want them to take it for granted that if I’m nice
to them it means I want them to paw me.”
The only man she’s ever had eyes for, and the only gentleman
she’s ever met, is Dr. Neil Sargent, who escorts Clare home after the big dance.
But after their one brief drive, she doesn’t see him again for years. When they
do next meet, he’s popping down to the ED to see a patient she’s requested help
for from the covering doc—not realizing it’s her old heartthrob—just as Dr.
Kenyon Fiske is pinning her down for her fourth assault. Clare manages to beat
Ken away, but Neil, walking in as it is transpiring, thinks she’s pushing the
doctor away because she’s embarrassed at having been caught in the clinch. He
then looks with suspicion—a little too much, methinks—on her every interaction
with anyone of the male persuasion. Clare’s a friendly person, too, so there’s
always a copper sitting down to a cuppa in the ED after he’s hauled in an
assault victim, or a resident to have lunch with at the end of a long night
shift.
You know how it’s going to play out, and it does
delightfully. The writing here is sharp, as in, “Sister folded away her smile,”
and, “She slid a look at Torfy.” It’s written in the first person, and has a
very amusing sense of humor, so at first I thought this book must have been
written by the Marjorie Lewty, who gave us the excellent Town Nurse—Country Nurse, and though
this book could be a sister to Lewty’s, it is a different author, but one who
also penned another winner, Factory Nurse. I appreciated the realism of the hospital setting, such
as when Clare “switched on the kettle and fetched the milk from
the blood fridge”; the nurses I’ve known do enjoy serving popcorn in a bedpan.
Clare is easily one of the most intelligent heroines I’ve ever met, and this
book was sweet, smart, and much too short. Olive Norton has firmly established
herself on my list of best VNRN authors, and I look forward to more of her
books.
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