Old Penguin paperback from 1969.

" Meg Eliot's life as the wife of a successful barrister is as poised as the fine ceramics colleciton in the Westeminister home - a round of charity commitees and cocktail parties, all managed with artistry and adroit command. But then a cruel and seeemingly senseless accident destroys this easy existence.. and Meg discovers that she knows little of herself and her friends, and even less about the art of living."

This was a hard book to get into .. I did read it, but I didn't like it much, I found it boring and too old and well, all in all, not interesting.

WILD RELEASE NOTES:

Leaving this to library BC-table.