βAhβthere they were, the words to be expected, the immemorial words. Right to freedom. Words bound, thought father watching her icily, to occur sooner or later in the speech of persons whose ambitions outran their talentsβusually disaffected female relatives.ββ©Since her motherβs death Jennifer has d
My Husband Simon (British Library Women Writers)
β Scribed by Mollie Panter-Downes
- Book ID
- 111935151
- Publisher
- British Library Publishing
- Year
- 2020
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 117 KB
- Category
- Fiction
- ISBN-13
- 9780712353120
- ASIN
- B086L1F3S9
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β¦ Synopsis
βIt struck me that already I was adjusting my life to take in this stranger. I looked at the dark, well-balanced outline of his head and shoulders with antagonism and fear. It was so strange to think of adjusting things to suit someone else. I was used to being independent and pleasing only myself.ββ©β©Nevis Falconer, a young, sophisticated novelist, meets and marries Simon Quinn. She comes to realise that her passionate marriage is stifling her creative talent, and finds herself increasingly distracted and disillusioned with her writing. Then one day in London she meets Marcus Chard, her American publisher, and everything changes.
π SIMILAR VOLUMES
βIt struck me that already I was adjusting my life to take in this stranger. I looked at the dark, well-balanced outline of his head and shoulders with antagonism and fear. It was so strange to think of adjusting things to suit someone else. I was used to being independent and pleasing only myself.β
βOh well, if you donβt want to hear my newsββ He loosed my arm, and I hurried from the room, reflecting that I had offended two husbands in one day, a record for any woman.β©In this body swap comedy from the 1930s, the minds of two strangers, Lady Elizabeth and Polly Wilkinson, switch places β random
βI shall turn this into a tea-house, with lunches if requested, and shall serve pleasant meals in the orchard,β announced David, βand with my penchant for cooking I ought to make a fortune.β βO dear!β said Germayne. The prospect of a new tea garden opening in the village causes great consternati