Book #32: The Making of a Marchioness

Marchioness I love Frances Hodgson Burnett.

I love Mary Lennox. I love Dickon and Martha. I love Colin. I love Ben Weatherstaff. I love the door in the wall. 

(I also love Sara Crewe and her tale of triumph.)

But I don't know much about her other writing. I had no idea she had written loads of books and stories for adults.

I also love Persephone Books, an imprint devoted to re-publishing out-of-print 20th century novels by women writers. 

And I was looking for a book into which I could dive completely. I've been having trouble focusing on reading, and it was time. So this book, "The Making of a Marchioness," came off the pile on my coffee table, and I hoped for the best. Bibliotherapy, we might call it, the use of a book to soothe what ails us.

Hodgson Burnett, who was married twice, tells two stories about marriage in this novel, and it includes a surprising exploration of domestic abuse–surprising for a book first published in 1900. I found the book engaging; I love (there's that word again) Hodgson Burnett's descriptions of people and places. I had a clear sense of the heroine and those around her. The book has some uncomfortable sections about race, but is mostly about class and marriage. 

What's next? I have a couple of other novels handy, including Leif Enger's "So Young, Brave and Handsome." What are you reading?

3 thoughts on “Book #32: The Making of a Marchioness”

  1. thx for sharing this – new to me as well..
    if you like jane austen, you may find my recent post on the digital display of her actual handwritten manuscripts of interest- some of what i’ve been reading lately 🙂
    thx for asking ..

  2. I’ve got 4 books going at the moment: Bill Bryson’s At Home, a wild ride through the history of house design and the things in our homes; Rick Riordan’s newest fantasy The Red Pyramid; Noel Streatfield’s Party Shoes, and A Taint in the Blood by Dana Stabenow. Two “kid” books, a fascinating nonfiction tome, and a thriller!
    I always liked The Little Princess better that A Secret Garden, but I think that’s because I was enthralled with the Shirley Temple movie when I was about 6, and was thrilled when I discovered the book in my grandmother’s attic shortly thereafter. I think it was the first time I discovered that movies and books aren’t always the same too.

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