Book 81: "Nightingale Wood" by Stella Gibbons
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kittiwakeCivilisation as we know it is corrupt. It may be doomed; there are plenty of omens. Its foundations are rat-eaten, its towers go up unsteadily into the lowering clouds, where drone the hidden battle-planes. But it can, and does, supply its young daughters with luxuries at a price they can afford. No woman need be dowdy, or shabbily genteel. while she has a few shillings to spend on clothes, she can buy something pretty and cheerful. This may not be much, but it is something. Tomorrow we die, but at least we danced in silver shoes.
A delightful tale from the late 1930s, from the author of "Cold Comfort Farm". As in that book, the story starts with a young woman going to live with relatives, but Viola is a young widow moving in with her in-laws, and she is not a domineering character like Flora Post so it is someone else who turns the household upside-down.
A delightful tale from the late 1930s, from the author of "Cold Comfort Farm". As in that book, the story starts with a young woman going to live with relatives, but Viola is a young widow moving in with her in-laws, and she is not a domineering character like Flora Post so it is someone else who turns the household upside-down.
