Unlike the father’s nurtured ‘plant’ now devoted to the Folly’s shelter. We are building an important gestalt from the trivia of ‘miscellaneous cuttings’… With the undercurrent of the Sunderly boys who never even grew this far into the story. Some sense of transgression, as yet unproved, the seesaw that is Faith, the Folly that is her father, the distance of Miles… The officious Myrtle, the pesky brother Howard, the servants in this wild place and its house. Yet, there is a grown-up edge of motives and moods possibly beyond those books, but all the trappings of an old-fashioned book, here on Vane, part presumably of the Channel Islands. I feel comfortable inside this book, reliving my 1950s childhood reading of the Railway Children, The Secret Garden, even The Famous Five. “‘I have an umbrella,’ she said quickly, ‘and I was hoping for some fresh air.’ The little lie left her with a scrap of dignity.”
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