Please note: This is a representation of my feelings, and not, I REPEAT NOT, a representation of my taste in clothes. I am suffering from the biggest book hangover ever. I’m invested in all her characters one hundred percent, I feel for them, I want to be their friend, I want to tell them it’ll be alright and pass them a smoke and appreciate their taste in attire, without judgement. I need more, Sarah, write more, write fifty more. Sarah has an incredible ability at sucking me in, chewing me up, and spitting me out. Nan Astley embarks on a voyage of emotional and sexual discovery with Kitty Butler, a music hall male impersonator. I’m sure her pen, laptop or notebook is really some kind of magic paintbrush that comes pre-installed with genius edition software for which she alone knows the password. Synopsis A tempestuous tale of love and life as a naïve girl discovers both romance and pain in the hidden, decadent world of bohemian London in the 1890s. She could publish her shopping list and I’d give it five stars.Įvery book I’ve read by this author (all of them) pleases me like nothing else. This is a ‘I can’t possibly review this’ review. …’we were girls with curious histories – girls with pasts like boxes with ill-fitting lids.’
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