Corduroy Mansions is the name given by its residents ('There was something safe about corduroy, something reassuring, and while corduroy might be an ideological near neighbor of tweed, it was not quite as...well, tweedy') to a block of flats, this time in the Pimlico neighborhood of London.
...'And here's this lovely building, your Corduroy Mansions. Crumpled - if a building can be crumpled. Utterly friendly and human. A building that says, 'Come in, love.' That's what it says: it calls us 'love', like a tea lady. A building that one would like to sit down and have tea with. That sort of building.'(Speaking of those biscuits...)
They both looked up at the comfortable brickwork.
'Those are our windows up there,' said Caroline.
James smiled. 'Lovely. Lovely windows.'
Caroline looked at him, appreciatively. What other man would compliment one's windows? As her younger sister would say - with the elongated teenage vowel that signified utter approbation - he's sooooo sympathetic.
Was there a possibility? That business about stages - was there any truth in it? she wondered.
No, she must put all of that out of her mind. James was here to bake biscuits. Nothing more.
I'm not sure exactly how many different series AMS has written, but I know there is at least one that I haven't sampled yet (something about Portuguese irregular verbs). I enjoyed the 44 Scotland Street series, which was similar to one (interweaving stories about the people living in an apartment building, this time in Edinburgh)...it was hopeless; I would never have been able to resist reading a book titled The Unbearable Lightness of Scones. I haven't been as drawn to the No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency series, even when it was on HBO, but I might dip into it again (I read the first one and the most recent). The books I like best are the ones about Isabel Dalhousie, and I'm looking forward to the new one coming out in September or so.