Having dipped in and out of Decca , the Letters of Jessica Mitford for the last year or so (you may remember I stupidly dithered about the purchase, daft because I've loved it and it's out in paperback any day now) imagine my delight at getting my hands on The Mitfords, Letters Between Six Sisters edited by Charlotte Mosley.
This a complete picture of lives that have spanned so many aspects of the 20th century and all chronicled in that endearing way that makes them so readable. An original and helpful touch, each sister is designated a symbol making the author of each letter instantly recognizable.As the blurb says, this is a rare correspondence not only for its completeness but for its social and historical record of an era.The sisters who all pursued their own lives and loves but never seemed to lose that connection that only siblings can have.There is ultimately a sadness too as gradually the family diminishes and eventually in 2003, Debo (Duchess of Devonshire) becomes the last surviving sister and the letters cease.I can't even begin to imagine that sadness.
The Gravedigger's Daughter by Joyce Carol Oates, the latest from an author moving swiftly up my list to read in depth. Just We Were The Mulvaneys read to date plus a book of collected writings and I don't know what's stopping me, I feel sure I will enjoy her books.This one the story of a girl born to a family in the US who have just arrived from Nazi Germany in the 1930's, and it's a long one,almost 600 pages.
The Long Exile by Melanie McGrath and this a book that promises to be a great read.A true story of deception and survival amongst the Inuit of the Canadian Arctic and just the thing for a chilly winter's evening and my love of all things Canadian combined.Then I discover that this is actually the true story of Nanook of the North.I'm often told I resemble Nanook as I wander round the house in my Uggz and thick jumpers all winter (you should see me when I step outside), it's not my fault if I feel the cold and use layering of clothes effectively and in quantity.All was not as it seemed with Nanook anyway so I'll report back but this might just go off to the Tinker first, I think he'll enjoy this one.
I've been sent a lovely shiny silver proof copy of the new Alice Sebold The Almost Moon and at this point I must own up that I haven't read The Lovely Bones yet. Someone I knew hated it with a vengeance unsurpassed and somehow that has entered my head every time I've even looked at it.This latest book set to have an even greater impact by all accounts so some catching up for me.
Song for Eloise by Leigh Sauerwein has been on my list for ages and this copy was one of those "must make up the postage" fill ins on an Amazon order. I read a great review of it here, twelfth century France and a medieval tale of doomed love.
Talking of which I mentioned that Words of Love by Pamela Norris was setting me off on new reading trails and I plan to use each section of the book as a springboard into new territory, so I've made a start with The Letters of Abelard and Heloise. Something intriguing about this doomed couple and wish I'd paid more attention as I wandered past their graves in Pere Lachaise Cemetery in Paris but Offspringette was dragging me off to visit Jim Morrison before the queue got too long.