A novel about sports car people, written in 1956 accompanied by sketch drawings.

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Prudence himself referred to It simply as "a catastrophic mistake in the bedroom"

Actually It wasn't anything much really, just a homemade sports car Prudence had built in her bedroom. The fact that it turned out to be a fender and a half too wide to get out the bedroom door wasn't her fault exactly, although a perceptive reader might feel that this fact gives a clue to her personality.

And even the most perceptive reader will need all the clues he can get, because Prudence is a girl with challenging personality, and a story to tell. She tells that story in the form of letters home, reporting to her family the adventures she experiences as saleswoman at a particularly highflown sports-car showroom called Thoroughbred Motors ("Picture the Museum of Modern Art with partitions knocked out ... the place is pure art, pure design, the perfect background for foreign cars.")

She has her successes and her failures. She sells an Aston Martin to a man of questionable distinction and anMG to an elderly couple who were fortunately not old enough to know better. She assists in a delicate operation performed on a Porsche, and spends her spare time in a single-minded effort to win the love of Eric, who is her unusual employer. This is a particular challenge, because Eric believes that girls have nothing that sports cars don't have more of - and Prudence is a girl.

Level 3 by the North Glass Elevatores - happy reading ... if the cleaning my staff don't get there first