“He looked at what he could see of her face–half turned away from him but unmistakably downcast–and tried another tack.” This is one of the later of the Elizabeth Jane Howard books, and well, to my horror, I listened to the audiobook not realizing it was an abridged version. Sigh. This always paints me into a weird corner personally where I have to decide whether it “counts” for me to have read the book or not. Obviously, the answer is who cares, I can do […]
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Love All by Elizabeth Jane Howard