This week was all England all the time, in books, at least.
I read Julia Whelan’s My Oxford Year, about an American abroad at Oxford– which made me want to re-read Dorothy Sayers’s Gaudy Night, arguably the best of all possible Oxford novels in that best of all possible worlds (although you can also put in a plug for Brideshead Revisited). It also reminded me that I’ve been meaning to read Charles Finch’s The Last Enchantments forever (or at least since he wrote it), and that it’s sitting right there on my bookshelf and really ought to be read.
Next up was A.J. Pearce’s Dear Mrs. Bird, and, oh my goodness, WHERE has this book been all my life? (Thanks so much to Andrea Katz of Great Thoughts Great Readers for the recommendation! And for telling me that it read as though I’d written it. Having now read it, I account that a great compliment.) The heroine would undoubtedly be best friends with Henrietta Dorrington. The tone is sheer comic genius. If a Heyer character were to find herself in World War II, this would be her internal monologue, with more than a soupcon of Sally Fitzhugh.
What have you been reading this week?