Oooh. On a Gothic Horror Book Vibe here.
I have VIVID memories of where and when I read this book by Elizabeth Norman.
I was living with my beloved Nan. She was a book freak too.
Last time I saw her, she was in an “Old People’s Home.”
Relegated, alone, to a corner in the main room, surrounded by books.
She was a Sag like me.
She just could not stop telling the truth.
Hers was the only funeral that I have EVER sobbed, publicly, like a child at at.
No church. No vicar.
For a short time it was…
,,,Just Christina Rossetti.