I've just finished Mary Webb's 'Gone to Earth'... realising that I'd been holding my breath for the last several pages. What a stunning ending for a novel! Somehow - stupidly - I always thought I'd never need to read Webb's novels - having read and reread Stella Gibbons' 'Cold Comfort Farm' which demolishes them so funnily and brilliantly. But 'Gone to Earth' is fantastic.
I realise I've fallen right behind with telling you about what I've been reading. I've been showing you snaps of where I've been, but not doing reviews at all. I don't feel much like writing long, serious reviews anyway... but i do need to tell you about reading Pamela Sykes, Diana Wynne Jones, Monica Dickens, Paul Gallico, etc. I've had such a wonderful adventure in reading, recently. You know when you hit those stretches of picking up one great thing after another? Will you bear with me, while I catch up?