Miss Buncle Married

Miss Buncle Married

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by D. E. Stevenson
     
 

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In this charming follow-up to Miss Buncle's Book, readers will follow Barbara Buncle's journey into married life in a new town filled with fascinating neighbors...who may become the subjects of Barbara's next novel! Miss Buncle may have settled down, but she's already discovered that married life has done nothing to prevent her from getting into humorous

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In this charming follow-up to Miss Buncle's Book, readers will follow Barbara Buncle's journey into married life in a new town filled with fascinating neighbors...who may become the subjects of Barbara's next novel! Miss Buncle may have settled down, but she's already discovered that married life has done nothing to prevent her from getting into humorous mix-ups and hilarious hijinx. Readers will continue to fall in love with Barbara as she hilariously navigates an exciting new beginning.

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"This book was a lot of fun" - Shelf Love

"It was nice to watch Barbara continue to grow and mature. The fact that she finally has some people in her life who acknowledge it and appreciate it is icing on the cake. " - Dear Author

"These books written by Stevenson are easy comfort reads that had me smiling the whole way through. " - The Book Garden

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781402272530
Publisher:
Sourcebooks, Incorporated
Publication date:
11/06/2012
Sold by:
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Format:
NOOK Book
Pages:
352
Sales rank:
115,418
File size:
1 MB

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Chapter One
Mr. and Mrs. Abbott

"We had better move," said Mr. Abbott casually. Mrs. Abbott's hand was arrested in midair as it went toward the handle of the coffee pot. Her gray eyes widened, her mouth opened (displaying a set of exceptionally fine teeth) and remained open, but no sound came. The pleasant dining-room was very quiet, a fire burned briskly in the grate, the pale wintry sunshine flowed in at the window onto the red and blue Turkey carpet, the carved oak furniture and the motionless forms of Mr. and Mrs. Abbott sitting at the breakfast table. On the table the silver glittered and the china shone-as china does when it is well washed and polished by careful hands. It was a Sunday morning, as could easily be deduced from the lateness of the hour and the unnatural quiet outside as well as inside the Abbotts' small, but comfortable, house.

"I said we had better move," Mr. Abbott repeated.

"Yes-I thought you said that," declared Mrs. Abbott incredulously.

Mr. Abbott lowered his paper and looked at his wife over the top of his spectacles. It was a Sunday paper, of course, and Mr. Abbott had been glancing over the publishers' announcements. He was a publisher himself so the advertisements interested him very much, but did not deceive him. The news that Messrs. Faction 8c Whiting were publishing the Greatest Novel of the Century, crammed with Adventure, scintillating with Brilliance, and bubbling with Humor merely roused in Mr. Abbott's bosom a faint kind of wonder as to what they paid their advertising agent. He put down the paper without regret, and looked at his wife, and, as he looked at her, he smiled because she was nice to look at, and because he loved her, and because she amused and interested him enormously. They had been married for nine months now, and sometimes he thought he knew her through and through, and sometimes he thought he didn't know the first thing about her-theirs was a most satisfactory marriage.

"Yes, I said ‘move,'" he repeated (in what Barbara Abbott secretly called "Arthur's smiling voice"). "Why not move, Barbara? It would solve all our difficulties at one blow. We could have a nice house, further out of town, with a nice garden-trees and things," added Mr. Abbott, waving his hand vaguely, as if to conjure up the nice house before Barbara's eyes, and the queer thing was he succeeded. Barbara immediately beheld a nice house with a nice garden, further out of town. The whole thing rose before her eyes in a sort of vision-lawns and trees and flower beds with roses in them, and a nice house in the middle-all bathed in sunshine.

"Yes," she said breathlessly, "yes, why not? If you wouldn't mind leaving Sunnydene-there's no reason, I mean-"

"Exactly," nodded her husband, "you see. There's no reason at all, and it would solve all our difficulties."

They looked at each other and grinned a little self-consciously-their difficulties were so absurd. Had any two, apparently sane, people ever landed themselves in such a foolish, ridiculous mess?

The human mind is a marvelous organism. While Mr. Abbott was still grinning a trifle self-consciously at his wife, he returned through time and saw the events of the last twenty-four hours in a flash. He helped himself to more marmalade, and thought, queer, if I hadn't drunk any of Mrs. Cluloe's port (and why did I when I knew it would be rubbish-you can't trust port in a woman's house-I knew that and yet, like a fool, I drank it). If I hadn't drunk any of Mrs. Cluloe's port, I wouldn't have had a ghastly headache all yesterday, and if I hadn't had a ghastly headache all yesterday, I wouldn't be suggesting to Barbara that we should move. It is queer!

"What are you thinking about, Arthur?" Mrs. Abbott inquired.

"Yesterday," replied her husband succinctly.

Yesterday morning, Mr. Abbott had risen with a dreadful headache. He rose late, bolted his breakfast, and rushed for the 8:57 train to town. It was imperative that he should catch the 8:57 because he had an important interview with Mr. Shillingsworth. If Mr. Abbott was not in the office when Mr. Shillingsworth arrived-there and waiting, all smiles and joviality-there would be trouble. It was all the more annoying because the day was Saturday, and Mr. Abbott usually took Saturdays off and played golf with John Hutson, who lived next door and had exactly the same handicap as his own. Mr. Abbott had had to put off John Hutson the night before and rush up to town, with a bad headache, at Mr. Shillingsworth's behest.

Mr. Shillingsworth was a well-known novelist, and Mr. Abbott was his publisher. Mr. Shillingsworth gave Messrs. Abbott & Spicer more trouble, and caused them more annoyance than all their other authors put together, but they hung on to him, and placated and soothed him because his books sold. (Personally Mr. Abbott was of the opinion that Shillingsworth's books were tripe, but they undoubtedly sold.) The new novel was frightful rubbish-they all thought so at the office-but they had decided to take it all the same, because, if they didn't take it, somebody else would, and somebody else would make a good deal of money over it, and Messrs. Abbott & Spicer would lose Shillingsworth forever.

Mr. Abbott thought of all this going up in the train, and it annoyed him intensely-he hated publishing rubbish-and what with his hurry, and his headache, and the loss of his morning's golf and his annoyance over Shillingsworth's rubbish, he arrived at the office in a most unenviable condition.

"What on earth's up with the boss?" demanded Mr. Abbott's private secretary, bursting out of Mr. Abbott's private room like a bomb. "I never saw him ‘so het up.' He threw the letters at me and told me to go back to school, because I made a slip and spelled omitted with two Ms."

"Marriage, that's what," said the head clerk, who was a bachelor. "Marriage. You mark my words, he'll never be the same again."

Mr. Abbott was all honey to Mr. Shillingsworth (when he arrived fifty minutes late for his appointment). It was a frightful effort to be all honey, and it left Mr. Abbott with arrears of bad temper to work off on his next visitor. His head ached much worse by this time, and he was beginning to feel a little sick. So when Mr. Spicer, the junior partner of the firm, looked in for a chat, and sat on the edge of Mr. Abbott's desk, smoking his foul pipe and swinging one leg in a dégagé manner, Mr. Abbott did not welcome him as cordially as usual.

Mr. Spicer was quite oblivious of the thunderous atmosphere. He chatted cheerfully about various matters, and then, quite suddenly, and apropos of nothing that had been said, he poked Mr. Abbott in the ribs and inquired slyly-"What about another John Smith-eh? Is there another John Smith coming along soon?"

"No," said Mr. Abbott shortly.

"Oh come now, that's bad. That won't do at all," Spicer complained, "you must stir up your wife. You mustn't let her slack off like this. We can do with another bestseller like Disturber of the Peace; it went like hotcakes-you know that yourself-and The Pen Is Mightier- is doing splendidly. I ordered the sixth edition today. We must have another book by John Smith-the time is ripe-you tell her to get to work on another of the same ilk."

"No," said Mr. Abbott again.

Mr. Spicer rushed upon his fate. "I'll tell you what to do," he said cheerfully, "buy her a new pen-a nice fat one-and a big sheaf of nice white paper, and see what that does. If that doesn't do the trick-"

"You mind your own business," snapped Mr. Abbott, "you leave my wife alone. There aren't going to be anymore John Smiths. My wife isn't going to write anymore-why should she?"

"But, land-sakes!" cried Spicer, in surprise and consternation, "John Smith is a bestseller. Surely you're not going to stop her writing. Think of the waste," cried Spicer, almost wringing his hands, "think of the waste. Here are two books, the funniest-bar none-I've ever read-real satire-and you say there aren't going to be anymore. She must go on writing-she's got a public. She's a genius-and you marry her, and shut her up in your kitchen, and tell her to get on with the cooking."

This last was a joke, of course, but Mr. Abbott was in no mood for jokes. He beat on the table with his clenched fist.

"She's not cooking, you fool!" he cried, "she's enjoying herself-dinner parties, bridge-"

"My God!" said Mr. Spicer reverently. He got down off the table and went away.

Mr. Abbott mopped his brow-this is ghastly, he thought, this is ghastly. I never felt like this before-never. What on earth's the matter with me? It's all these damned dinners, and late nights. I'm too old to stand the racket. (Too old at forty-three-it was a sad thought, a frightful thought, really. It didn't comfort Mr. Abbott at all.)

Meet the Author

D.E. Stevenson (1892-1973) had an enormously successful writing career; between 1923 and 1970, four million copies of her books were sold in Britain and three million in the United States.

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Miss Buncle Married 3.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 33 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This wonderful book is just as good as the first in the series. Delightful characters, charming English village life, vivid descriptions and even a mystery. Perfect.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Although I liked the first book in the series more, this was a cute little story.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed Miss Buncle's Book and was looking forward to another great read by D. E. Stevenson. However, Miss Buncle Married was slow-paced, contrived and lacked the characterization of Stevenson's first story. Sorry to say, it never came up to the same level as the first book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have to agree with the reviewer of November 13, 2013, this book was just as good as the first one. It was published in 1934, yet it does not seem dated, perhaps because it is set in England. How extrardinary to have each house or building named. I find this delightful. This book cost $1.99, is 260 pages long, perfectly edited, funny and contains no violence, murder, drugs, cursing, sex or other adult themes. There is an iota of church attendence. I loved the introduction of the woderfully obnoxious Marvell children, they reminded me of my two brothers and myself, we were a bit of the wild ones and took great delight in being so. It was our way of surviving in a very dysfunctional family situation, just like it is for the Marvells. The next book is "THE TWO MRS. MARVELS", I am looking forward to reading this novel, stepping back into a time, more innocent and fresh, then what I see everyday. I would have rated this book five stars, but some events were just a little too sappy and unbelievable. For readers 16 and up, more chick lit then anything else, not a mystery, romance, paranormal, suspense or thriller. This is just a nice clean, friendly, humourous read. It is a breath of fresh air. AD
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
While I found Miss Buncle's Book charming, Miss Buncle Married is better. Stevenson develops Barbara Buncle in this book. There were times during the first book when I wondered if I really liked Barabara Buncle. I wanted to like her and knew that I was supposed to but her character wasn't developed enough to know much about her. Was she more than a simple creature, thought of as rather vanilla, by her friends and neighbors? I hoped so. Her character blossoms in this book and it's a pleasure to read. I gave it four stars because a chapter or two became tedious at times, but overall a great read. I pre-ordered The Two Mrs. Abbotts (due out on Nook on Jan. 7) but I may take a short break from Miss Buncle and read something else first. I'm starting to say things like "I think it's frightfully decent" and "that's rot" and people are starting to look at me funny so I'd better come back to 2014 with my next read...:)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I liked this book, but it kind of showed its age, and felt like she was forced to write this because of the sucess of the first book
Books_n_Tea More than 1 year ago
I thought this book was a great sequel to Miss Buncle's Book. Like another reviewer I was happy to see the character of Miss Buncle/Mrs. Abbott developed more because while I enjoyed the first book I walked away not entirely sure that I actually like the main character. On the other hand I was a little disappointed that Miss Buncle did not develop more as a writer this time around, I was really hoping that she would use her new found imagination to write a book that was more fiction than fact. When I finished reading this book I found myself a little disappointed that it had ended without wholly resolving some minor issues. While the plot was very different from what I thought it would be overall this novel was enjoyable and I would recommend it to those who enjoyed the first.
2ndlady More than 1 year ago
A charming read, like its predecessor, although not very memorable. The characters are sweetly amusing and everything falls neatly into place. While it wasn't particularly gripping a read, I'd like to read the final book in the Miss Buncle series when I'm in need of something light, amusing, and bubbly.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Such a sweet, darling story. Even better than Miss Buncle's Book, which I adored.
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Some interesting moments, but the story line is pretty weak and the characters are not as well-defined as in Miss Buncle's Book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is just as well written as the first book. The characters are even more lovable and Barbara is smashing as a wife.
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2silverspurs More than 1 year ago
Another great read from this author. So nice to see church mentioned again. Loved the dialogue and the great characters. Again, the cover art was a treat. On the the "Two Mrs Abbotts"!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Fun characters cute story that keeps you hooked
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Pleasant but a bit saccarine and overtly sexist even in the context of the time it was written
KannRead More than 1 year ago
First read Miss Buncle's Book and loved it. Didn't realize it was written in the 1930's. Was a delightful read and couldn't wait to read more about Miss Buncle Married. Another fun read!
Avid-ReaderEK More than 1 year ago
This book is as delightful as the first book.
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