My Reading – September 2019

The Second Sleep by Robert Harris
Late on the afternoon of Tuesday the ninth of April in the Year of Our Risen Lord 1468, a solitary traveller was to be observed picking his way on horseback across the wild moorland of that ancient region of south-western England known since Saxon times as Wessex.

Tidelands by Philippa Gregory
The church was gray against a paler gray sky, the bell tower dark against the darker clouds.

A Single Thread by Tracy Chevalier
‘Shhh!’
Violet Speedwell frowned.

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