Before leaving for NYC, I had to decide which book to take on the trip. I had narrowed it down to either Henry James' Washington Square or Edith Wharton's Age of Innocence. Both M and P voted for James and so it was. I never actually opened the book while I was on the trip until the plane ride home. (But I DID visit Washington Square!)
Anyway, it turned out to be a superb choice. Although not as masterful as Portrait of A Lady, I think that Washington Square is a fascinating reading of human psychology and a fine piece of old New York in fiction as well.
The film version, retitled The Heiress, is now at the top of my NetFlix queue. Hopefully I will get to it before school starts.