I LOVED Mrs Palfrey at the Claremont. Very likely to be in my top ten reads of the year. Think of a funnier Barbara Pym and you'll be halfway there. Mrs Palfrey goes to live at the Claremont hotel in London in the 1960s after her husband dies. The hotel is down at heel, as are many of the aging residents. Mrs Palfrey's grandson doesn't come to visit her... until he does. Many times I laughed out loud, mostly at the spot-on observations of people and growing old. Highly recommended.