“Finish your meat, Charlotte.”
Barbara writes: I bought some books at the library the other day. Yes, I know, buying books at the library kind of defeats the whole purpose of a library but they were only a quarter! And I found a book by an author I’ve never heard of.
Now let’s face it. There are many, many, many, many, many authors I’ve never heard of. I wish I could say I’m one of those people who read a wide variety of authors and subjects. I’m not. I prefer to read in one of the narrowest little areas possible. My limited territory might best be described as British domestic fiction, 1920-1980.
These books are usually written by women and they usually center around family life or the lack of it. Nothing very earth-shattering happens in them. People drink tea, worry about what to wear to dinner and discuss whether the new vicar is too low/high church and what that will mean to the flower rota. I just love them. They’re the perfect antidote to nonstop social media and 24-hour news.
So back to the book I found. When I opened it up I found that it was written by Norah Lofts and she was indeed British. It was published in 1972, so it was certainly in my target era. And the first paragraph read: “‘Finish your meat, Charlotte,’ Mrs. Cornwall said. ‘I’ve told you before. It sets such a bad example.’” Score!
And apparently Norah Lofts wrote more than fifty books. Now I know what I’m going to be reading for the next year. That was the best quarter I ever spent.