Such is A Room with a View. Pretty much staunch canonical, Forster's short novel was just a breeze. Hilarious. Witty. Seriously funny in places and just so... human. I think that is something I struggle with, I read so much dense stuff that when I read something positively wry in its own right, it makes me take note.
An engagement to the wrong man, the right man so obvious for the reader, a muddled heroine and scenic, romanticised Italy interspersed with some of the most ridiculously ludicrous men and women. Just a joy.
Take a few hours out of your day, settle down to this, and watch the smile flicker over your lips at your contempt for Cecil. Your hand fly to your brow whilst Lucy makes mistakes. Your wince in exasperation at the awkwardness of Miss Charlotte Bartlett. Urgh, wish I could start it all over again right now.