I have started Yesterday Morning: A Very English Childhood by Diana Athill. This is my next book club book [suggested by me]. As always, I enjoy autobiography and I have previously read one of Diana Athill's books and enjoyed it. Here's the blurb:
A remarkable, truthful and vivid recollection of childhood, from the author of Stet, After a Funeral, Don't Look at Me Like That and Instead of a Letter. Here Athill goes back to the beginning in a sharp evocation of a childhood unfashionably filled with happiness - a Norfolk country house, servants, the pleasures of horses, the unfolding secrets of adults and sex. This is England in the 1920s seen (with a clear and unsentimental eye) from the vantage point of England in 2001. It was a privileged and loving life: but did it equip the author to be happy?
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