Read this pretty much in one go on a flight to San Francisco.Was expecting a tale of a fearsome Scottish schoolmistress, whereas it
turns out Jean Brodie is something of a liberal rebel, ignoring the
curriculum and educating her girls in more worldly matters of art,
music and relationships. Indeed it is so drenched with adolescent longing that I fancied it
ought to be accompanied by a Belle and Sebastian soundtrack – probably
Judy and the Dream of Horses.