I absolutely loved this book (maybe more than The Dud Avocado??). The sly deviousness and deprecating wit of the anti-heroine was entertaining to no end. Also for a book that is 50 years old it did not seem extremely dated. The ending was just perfect, which I don't say too often!

Loved this: "All right, I was wacky. I was cracking up, but I'll never be the same again as in that litmus-paper state where if you held my hand in yours for a minute your imprint was on me for ever, where my shadow permanently stained the wall, where the air was real and active, tactile, writhing all around me."