The real story, no comedic aspects here, was the bloodiness as the British rule in India came to an end. A lot of interesting themes such as race, class, family, love and sex are explored in a gentle but engaging story. Roger also once gave his father the Christmas gift of a sweater so chic it had to be obtained from an Italian designer’s waiting list. He was a handsome main with thick short hair and large brown eyes, but his head was slightly small and was stuck well into the air as if the man were afraid of his own shirt collar. The plot follows an elderly English widower, retired from a military career, who is very concerned about doing things in the proper way.

I expect navel-gazing and lots of exploration of self, and it comes a bit too close to self-help for my tastes. And are we supposed to feel sorry for the Major because of his frightful son, or wonder at his bad parenting?Meet Major Pettigrew: widower, retired army officer, and pillar of the community in his small English town. This 68-year-old widower, a man who has taken some of his greatest satisfaction in reading and rereading his will and is proud to grow a type of clematis vine that his neighbors think is worth stealing, has long been immune to human companionship.

There is something enduring and truly hopeful about people finding love in their later years and fighting for what is ‘right and honourable’. It is a story that deals with religion, politics, race relations and other sensitive topics, but without proselytizing. He shifts seamlessly between the gravelly voice of Pettigrew, the sotto voce of Mrs Ali and the easily distinguishable ensemble cast of family and villagers ( listen to an audio sample). F.A, as well as a career in travel advertising and a degree from the London School of Economics) that she leaves these manipulations proudly visible.I liked the way one character described his feelings for a woman, -- "In her presence, I'm lost to her. Peter Altschuler does a marvelous job of supplying different voices and accents (American and British), and switches between them seamlessly. Ali are growing to love one another deeply, they must simultaneously navigate through the waters of bigotry.

There was almost a small opening in the crowd at the bar, but the space between the Major and a welcome gin and tonic was occupied by a rather unhappy looking Sadie Khan and her husband, the doctor. Since these two are not strangers, they cannot be experiencing love at first sight, even if discreet sparks fly between them.

The Major leads a quiet life valuing the proper things that Englishmen have lived by for generations: honor, duty, decorum, and a properly brewed cup of tea.

The Major is also quite stuffy, unwilling to break the social barriers that support community and quite pompous about people who do, but sceptical about those that create and promote barriers, especially of age, gender and ethnicity.Major Ernest Pettigrew is a decent sort, 68, retired military, widowed, and coping with the death of his younger brother, Bertie. I thoroughly enjoyed this, stiff-upper lip, English countryside, slow burn love story of two widowed people. A melee between families and the local snob society break out at a Club sponsored dance where feelings were hurt and romances ebbed. Among them is Major Ernest Pettigrew (retired), the unlikely hero of Helen Simonson’s wondrous debut. Ali (who was born in Cambridge), begin to form a surprising friendship, only to be thrown off by the subtle prejudices of the townspeople, the pressures asserted by Mrs.