A meandering (in an interesting way) story about self-discovery. Gentle, but perspicacious.
Extract
With the antiquated vacuum cleaner at her heels, nervous and with unfocused hopes, Rowena imagines herself handling books and scholarly papers reverently, and at the same time wants Francis to recognise her as a kindred spirit. This is the closest she's come to a poet in the flesh since she failed to get a job in the Poetry Society cafe.
