[On this final day of Virago Reading Week I have not just one VRW post, but three. Here is the third and final for the day. Scroll down to see the others.]
Earlier this week I posted a picture of all the Viragos that I owned that I wouldn’t be reading during Virago Reading Week. Absent from that photo was this book by Barbara Comyns. It was on my shelves where I keep all my other TBR books that aren’t in my nightstand and which aren’t part of some other collection in my library (e.g., Persephone, VMC, etc.). So I was somewhat surprised when I noticed it today. Especially since Barbara Comyns has gotten a fair amount of notice among book bloggers lately, and this book in particular was the subject of one of Simon’s posts this week.
I am in love with the cover, and based on all the Internet buzz, I really want to read it today. Alas, I can’t. I will have to wait until after April 1st.
Oh, danger, I just read the opening line and really, really want to read it today. Must. Be. Firm.
A few weeks after my tenth birthday I was sent to stay with some very horsy relations in Leicestershire.