They have a little bit of a will they/won’t they, Emma and Mr, Knightley vibe and it’s fun to read their interactions and spirited discussions. His story connects most closely to Adeline Grove, a pregnant war widow with a lively personality. Benjamin Gray, the town’s Doctor, and a widower.
Mimi’s friend, Yardley Sinclair, also becomes a member of the society and works for the auction house where Mimi bids on expensive Jane Austen memorabilia. She’s also engaged to an unscrupulous Hollywood producer with questionable motives. Then there’s Mimi Harrison, a famous Hollywood actress from the United States who also happens to be one of Jane Austen’s biggest fans. His tragic story (losing two brothers in the war) quickly endears him to you. Meet Adam Berwick, a farmer who becomes an unlikely devotee and avid reader of Austen. The first eight members of the society make up a unique group of individuals, and it’s impossible not to root for each one. Full of charm and warmth, the book captivates from start to finish and will have you rooting for Austenesque happy endings for all.
The historical fiction novel takes place in Chawton, England, in post-World War II as a group of eight unlikely individuals come together to preserve the legacy of Jane Austen. Huge bundles of hay had already been piled up high on the back of the wagon, waiting for transport to the horse and.
It was haying season, and he had left his wagon in the lane, right where it met the kissing gate and the farm fields at the end of old Gosport Road. He had never left his small village to see the great cathedrals of his country, but he knew from books how the sculpted ancient rulers lay just like this, atop their elevated shrines, for lower men like himself to gaze at centuries later in awe. He must have looked like an effigy himself, resting on top of the wall, as if carved into permanent silence, abreast a silent tomb. Lying there, still, face turned flat upwards to the sky, he could feel death all around him in the small church graveyard. The birdsong pierced the early-morning air in little shrieks that hammered at his very skull. He lay back on the low stone wall, knees pulled up, and stretched out his spine against the rock.
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