“I told Helen my story and she went home and cried.” I have an ongoing reading project called “A Century of Women,” where I am reading a book written by a woman author for every year in the 20th century, from 1900 through 1999. For that reason, you’ll be seeing a lot of reviews of books written – by women – before 2000. Published in 1950, Our Spoons Came From Woolworths is told in the first person by Sophia Fairclough, who meets and marries Charles […]
Gone Girls, 1900 Edition
Picnic at Hanging Rock is a small book, only 224 pages, that packs an outsize punch. I can’t remember where I stumbled on it – if it was through blogging or goodreads, or just by following one of the bookish rabbit trails that I find myself chasing when I start looking at books. The book description on Goodreads likens it to “Shirley Jackson’s We Have Always Lived in the Castle, Daphne du Maurier’s Rebecca, and Jeffrey Eugenides’ The Virgin Suicides as a masterpiece of intrigue.” […]
You’re Not Over The Hill If You Can Still Match Wits With German Spies
This is the year that I will finish reading Agatha Christie, and what that means is that I have just a few left, and the ones that are left are not her best work. I long ago read And Then There Were None, along with all of the rest of the Poirot mysteries. I’ve finished Superintendent Battle and Colonel Race, and most of Marple (although I am saving Sleeping Murder for the end, because I’ve heard that it doesn’t suck). When I started figuring out […]