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This is Year of Wonders Geraldine Brooks? Only I found little to recommend her in that novel - which struck me as being a tissue of literary novelesque traits stretched over, in essence, a historical pot-boiler, and one which consistently broke my sense of time - it was well-researched in terms of its at least apparently convincing details about mining in Derbyshire in the 17th century, but every so often somebody would display far too modern a perspective - in particular, the female characters appeared to have parachhuted in from a later period, with extensive understanding of homeopathy, free love and, at one point, a knowledge of artificial respiration that appears to be a goood few centuries ahead of its time.
Has anyone read March yet? |
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