This is the rambling story of Miss Brodie, who is a teacher of girls in the 1930’s. The whole of the book is spent bopping from 1 subject to the next and from 1 time frame to the next. It was very similar to carrying on a convoluted one-way conversation. You know the ones, where the listener (or in this case, the reader) eventually gets glazed over look and just starts mindlessly saying, “Uh-huh”. They’re no longer paying attention, they’re thinking of other things and actually wondering when they can politely walk away.
Miss Brodie’s character is narcissistic, delusional, and as ridiculous as Sandy (one of her students) says. She sees only what she wants and only as it pertains to her and her world. She thinks nothing of her impact on others, she only thinks of their reflection on her.
I don’t recommend it.
Source: Goodreads, Kristi (Books N Beans)