London, 1922. It's a cold November morning, the station is windswept and rural, the sky is threatening snow, and the train is late. Vivien Ripple, 20 years old and an ungainly five foot eleven, waits on the platform at Dilberne Halt. She is wealthy and well-bred--only daughter to the founder of Ripple & Co, the nation's top publisher--but plain, painfully awkward, and, perhaps worst of all, intelligent. Nicknamed "the giantess," Vivvie is,...