The Sun in Scorpio by Margery Sharp

Having read most of Sharp’s books for adults now, this is the only one which is weighed down with the predicament of the main character to the extent that there is no relief. Not even the unusually  satisfactory ending for Cathy changes that. It’s a total downer. And the ending is so odd that one wonders if Sharp felt that it had to be tied up in what is not a deus ex machina, but might just as well be, in order to make up for the relentlessly dreary, unhappy life she presented here for her readers. Looking back on it a couple of months after reading it, it strikes me still as unsettling, if not disturbing. But please read it!