Very, very funny romance about a young woman who goes to stay with her cousins and finds herself - far more competent than they are - managing both them and their love lives. In a small way, the interfering nature of the heroine reminded me of Jane Austen's Emma, who I don't much care for, but Sophy's saving grace is that she has a sense of humour about it all where Emma really doesn't. (I know Emma's supposed to be witty, but it's a papered-on sort of wit that never goes beyond skin-deep in my opinion.) It's quite obvious from the get-go who Sophy herself will end up with here, but it's still deeply entertaining to watch it happen, and - aside from a few unpleasant pages in the middle, heavily laced with anti-Semitism as Sophy bargains with a moneylender - this is very close to perfect.