I love stories about gardens, that involve gardens, or where the setting is in a garden. So I could not resist picking up this book and having a look at it. The story sounded interesting and intriguing as well. And oh, how I wasn't dissapointed. I got so much more than what I was expecting.It's E...
She is not sure how cold it will be. She is not sure if she should bring both a winter coat and her heavy cardigan that buttons up to the neck. The taxi has been called for the morning. There is nothing left to do but sleep and rise and make her way to the station. Harriet stands by the front win...
You see, even though I believe in the truth, I am, in many ways, a coward, and I sometimes go out of my way to avoid meeting it.In the winter of 1843 Adèle’s oldest daughter, Léopoldine, was married to Charles Vacquerie. No one told me of this event, but I saw the notice of the wedding in the new...
She is hurrying along the path from the glasshouse, back towards the kitchen. He raps on the glass, but she doesn’t hear him, doesn’t look up. He fumbles with the latch, flings the window open wide, and leans out over the sill. “Annie!” he calls. “Annie!” She looks up, startled, trying to locate ...
He slapped my face. I called him a “glorious inferior.” (Not in that order.) And here we are, in this rainy wood in the middle of the working week, trying to kill each other. Let me explain. I want to tell you everything. The board meeting was long and dreary. I was tired. When the senior editor ...
There are several houses poised on the edge of a cliff, too few to be called a village. It looks like the houses have just roosted there, like birds, and will fly away at any moment. It’s windy when Enid steps from the bus, so windy that it knocks her suitcase against her legs and tries to rip th...
I took the dog for a walk around the block with her bandaged foot. She’s stopped limping, but I can’t let her off leash yet and we’re both bored by her incarceration. I’m not writing this in my office, a nice square room on the second floor of this house that I don’t seem to use for anything othe...