Ms Abbot's books are usually cosy, lightly romantic, comforting reads. The characters are usually compassionate and kind. The heroine usually gets ... Show synopsis Ms Abbot's books are usually cosy, lightly romantic, comforting reads. The characters are usually compassionate and kind. The heroine usually gets herself in a spot or finds herself very lonely and poor, and somehow it all comes out right in the end. Sort of thing I like to read before bedtime. And then there's The White Linen Nurse. It's OK, but it breaks all the norms of her books and introduces one I don't care for. It starts the day of graduation from nursing training, back in the day when "nursing" took place in the home of the patient (and was therefore the province of those wealthy enough to afford a live-in "special"). Rae loses her head--is it spring fever, post-finals exhaustion, or a nervous breakdown? This leads to a discussion of why she and her roommates went into nursing training, with startling results. But you know, I can't love Rae. Or her roommates. Or anyone in this book. They are all cross, selfish, unpleasant people. And Rae spends her time manipulating her man, and teaching a six-year-old girl to do the same. I suppose back in the days when "the battle of the sexes" was seen as manifestly absurd (because, take your pick: either men are superior and we all know that, or women are, and ditto), it was funny to many readers. Back in those days a man going on a month-long bender was "funny if you tell it right"