The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie by Muriel Spark

Reviews of this book place it as one of Spark's very best, but personally I found it dull and far less engaging than the other novels of hers I've read. Miss Brodie was not in any way a sympathetic character, and the girls were just your typical impressionable youthful pawns/guinea pigs. I was rather disgusted by the whole book, to be honest. Here is one of the few moments where I did enjoy reading this:

"Towards the end of the Easter holidays, to crown the sex-laden year, Jenny, out walking alone, was accosted by a man joyfully exposing himself beside the Water of Leith. He said, 'Come and look at this.'

'At what?' said Jenny, moving closer, thinking to herself he had picked up a fallen nestling from the ground or had discovered a strange plant. Having perceived the truth, she escaped unharmed and unpursued, though breathless, and was presently surrounded by solicitous, horrified relations and was coaxed to sip tea well sugared against the shock." (82)

(New York: Dell Publishing, 1961)