This was a lovely book, and very well written. For some reason, I simply could not get into it. I would end up skipping through pages to try to find something interesting to me and a little less dull. The author's writing is beautiful, but the story seemed to drag on.
I would recommend this book for historians, or anyone interested in London in the late 1800's- early 1900's.
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Welp. I was really enjoying this for the first half or so. Writing was atmospheric, I liked Elodie, & her being an archivist was neat. But around the midway point, it started getting confusing & convoluted w/other POVs that I didn‘t feel were needed, didn‘t add anything interesting. I admit I‘m still unclear about WTF actually happened (partially b/c I started skimming a bit out of boredom). Will try other books of hers that ppl like more. 2/5 ⭐️
Her gaze roamed the pretty churchyard. It was a peaceful place. Lots of spilling ivy and slumbering souls. Headstones that told of age and youth and death‘s blind justice. A forlorn, beautiful angel bowed her head over an open book, her stone hair, darkened with age, tumbling onto the cold page. There was a quality to the silence in such places that inspired reverence.
People pause in front of Fanny‘s portrait sometimes, comparing it with the smaller image printed in the tourist brochure; they comment on her pretty face, her privileged life, her tragic end; they speculate on the theories as to what happened that day. Mostly, they shake their heads and sigh in contented lamentation; reflection on someone else‘s tragedy being one of the most delicious of pastimes, after all.
It was true that she didn‘t have many friends, not of the flesh-and-blood variety, but the fact did not upset her. It was tiring, all that smiling and sharing and speculating about the weather, and she always left a gathering, no matter how intimate, feeling depleted, as if she‘d accidentally left behind some vital layers of herself she‘d never get back.
[Sup, fellow introverts!]
This will be my first book by Kate Morton and I‘ve heard it‘s not the right one to start with, but it‘s the one I have and it sounds intriguing, so...we‘ll see! Plus I‘m taking advantage of my three-day weekend (took today off instead of my actual birthday yesterday) to get through this big old hardcover ☺️ #nowreading
Full disclosure: Kate Morton is one of my favorites. This book was different from her others in that there are a lot more timelines and characters, but she seamlessly draws them all together. Gorgeous, descriptive writing (as usual) and a fascinating story. Somehow, I‘m in love with Edward, Leonard, Jack, Lucy, Ada, Elodie, Juliet, a house, a fictional painting, and most of all, Birdie, all at the same time. I miss them already. ❤️
I took my morning #audiowalk on the country road this morning, and it seemed appropriate to listen to Leonard walking through the English countryside while I looked at this.
I love Kate Morton so much! ❤️
People value shiny stones and lucky charms, but they forget that the most powerful talismans of all are the stories that we tell to ourselves and to others.
To accept that life is messy and sometimes mistakes are made; that sometimes they are not even really mistakes, because life isnt linear, and it comprises countless small snd large decisions every day.
True fear is indelible; the sensation does not recede, even when the cause if long forgotten. It is a new way of seeing the world: the opening of a door that cam never be closed again.