Nora Was a Nurse
Nora Was a Nurse
She thought of herself only as a dedicated nurse until she learned she was also a woman.
“Your reasons for coming to Shellville are your own affair and I have no desire to know them,” Nurse Nora Courtney told the new young doctor — but she knew she lied both to him and to herself. Everything about Doctor Owen Baird interested her for she knew she was hopelessly and passionately in love with him.
And when beautiful Lillian Halstead set her cap for the young doctor, Nora realized she must make him see her as a desirable woman as well as an efficient nurse.
How Nora achieved her purpose and what these three handsome young people made of their lives is thrilling reading, growing to an unexpected and satisfying climax.
Oh, man! They gave away the ending!
One of the things I love about career romance fiction is that you never know how things are going to turn out.
Will Nurse Nora find fulfillment in her health services career?
Will she listen to her heart and be swept up in a whirlwind workplace romance with Dr. Baird that may or may not violate the terms and conditions of her employment and certainly runs contrary to the latest guidelines on sexual harassment laid out by the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission?
Will Dr. Baird be able to see through the superficial facade of Lillian Halstead’s beauty and see the woman of sub-standard occupational yield underneath? (Desirable and efficient. That’s the killer combination, ladies.)
Normally, there would be no possible way for you to know the answers to those questions until the very last pages of the book, and it is that delicious unpredictability that elevates career romance fiction above other so-called literary works.
So, how can this book claim to “grow to an unexpected and satisfying climax” [emphasis mine] when the synposis clearly states that Nurse Nora “achieve[s] her purpose” in the end? Did they not have SPOILER ALERTs in 1953?
As for…
“She thought of herself only as a dedicated nurse until she learned she was also a woman.”
…I would have thought the bust was a dead giveaway. Did she not notice that her stethoscope didn’t hang straight?
Editor’s Note: The scanned image is an accurate representation of the book cover itself. If the type appears to be slightly askew, that’s because it is. It is not the fault of the scanning hardware or its operator (this time).
Comments
jenny
Hooray for the “Thoroughly Modern Millie” reference! (For the uninitiated: a poorly-recorded clip re: stethoscope not “hang[ing] straight.”
Does anyone else feel that the good Doctor’s ears are disproportionately large for his head? Or maybe his chiseled cheekbones simply draw more attention to them than he might wish…
Kimball
Nora WAS a nurse. NOW she’s a welder. And a darn good one.
ames
Good thing Santa is bra shopping because Lillian Halstead is in need of (a new?) one.
Yes, I said it. But don’t try to deny you were thinking the very same thing.
jenny
I just thought that she was wearing one of those 60’s nuclear warhead-based engineering marvels.
jenny
Whoops, I means “50’s.” But now that you mention it, I think that she IS probably going commando, just for the attention.
Grettir
“Going commando?”
I’m all for gender equality in the armed forces, but for some reason that phrase just doesn’t sound right when applied to a woman lacking an upper foundation garment. There really ought to be a different term for that.
Going co-MAMM-do?
Going co-MA’AM-do?
Kate
“Stabbers.” They are called “Stabbers.” I know this because my Grandma was a textiles professor who lived through that era and that’s what they called them. Very scientific. (?)
Oh - sorry - the BRASSIERE. That’s what you’d call a brassiere of that era.
Kate
Come to think of it, I believe Jenny is correct. She is sans brassiere, it seems (“blowin’ in the wind,”?).
I’d always used “going commando” for underwear BOTTOMS (though going “Going co-MA’AM-do” is rather clever).
Mimi
Grettir, is yours a lending library? I think I might have to find out what happens here.
Personally, I don’t think uptight, efficient little Nora stands a chance against the hyper-mammiferous Lillian. Look at their body language. Nora didn’t notice she was a woman because she is all wrapped up with her arms folded across her chest. She is clearly defending her heart from all intruders and looking disapprovingly at the world, while Lillian not-so-subtly thrusts her hips forward and reclines her upper body with those stand and deliver bosoms at full attention.
If Nora pulls this off, I’ve got to get her techniques.