This book is the perfect instantiation of the genre I call People With Jobs. Jane Oliver and Ann Stafford are a writing team who wrote dozens of books alone and jointly, under quite a variety of pen names, including Joan Blair, who had, it seems, quite a productive career writing for Mills and Boon (iykyk). This book is the first of their collaboration, published in 1933, and it is a charming, delightful, sunny, happy, fluffy epistolary novel about a young woman who, for Reasons, decides to spend the year between her engagement and marriage working in London. We learn about her job hunt (she is very canny about sniffing out scam jobs for someone as inexperienced as she seems to be), office politics, her family and friends, various living arrangements, and quite a bit about her fiance--which is rather impressive, given that we never get his letters to her, only her responses to him. Nothing terribly dramatic happens, and indeed nothing terribly surprising happens (let's just say that I fully predicted all the various romantic developments), but everything is so light and charming and easy that it was a spot of frolicking sunshine to brighten our darkening Scottish autumn skies. Oh, and the heroine is Scottish too. Nothing there not to like.