still benefiting from the London harvest, here are three books from totally different fields:
Wine & War by Son and Petie KladstrupWine and war combine in this remarkable untold story of France's courageous, clever vintners, who protected and rescued the country's most treasured commodity from German plunder during the Second World War.
Read about the thrilling and harrowing story of the French wine producers who undertook ingenious and often daring measured to save their finest and most precious crops and bottles as the Germans closed in on them and started pillaging the one asset that French held most dear: their wine.
Bordeaux is often mentioned and I'm sure that you will be familiar with many of the chateaux described. One of my proudest plunder from London :-)
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Sister Noon by Karen Joy Fowler
If you enjoyed her previous book We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves, then you will be excited to read her previous novel, newly published.
“Words were invented so that lies could be told” is the quote she starts us off with. San Fransisco in the 1890s is a town of contradictions, home to a respectable middle class, but with the Wild West lingering in the imagination – and the behavior – of some residents. Lizzie Hayes spends her days fundraising for the Ladies' Relief and Protection Society's home for children, but her dull life is about to be shaken up.
Based on real people and events, which makes the story more intriguing, this book promises to surprise and delight readers.
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Gilead by Marilynne Robinson
Winner of the Pulitzer prize for fiction, this is one of my personal favorites... It's moving, tender, and an insightful story. At times, it reads more like poetry than prose.
In 1956, towards the end of Reverend John Ames's life, he begins a letter to his young son: 'I told you last night that I might be gone sometime... you reached up and put your fingers on my lips and gave me that look I never in my life saw on any other face besides your mother's. It's a kind of furious pride, very passionate and stern. I'm always a little surprised to find my eyebrows unsinged after I've suffered one of those looks. I will miss them.'
Enjoy this as well as many other treasures on the display table.
Your Librarian
Anna
