I confess that I am older than the photo would have you believe but, in my defense, I have to say that I have reached the age where white lies are permissible, if not compulsory.
I am a happily entrenched wife, mother, nan, sister, friend. Writing is my passion, but my family is my life.
Now that my grandchildren are grown and don't really want to be seen out with me because that's just not cool any more and what on earth would they do if their friends saw them having a pizza with their NAN, I can find the time to indulge myself in my second love.
Through the years, I have had short stories published in women's magazines, but The Crying of the Children is my first novel.
I have grown fond of the characters in the book, perhaps because one or two of them were inspired by people I knew. Relatives long since gone developed a habit of popping into my mind. Old, curled-up sepia photographs brought them back to life and stories I'd been told as a child resurfaced.
It was an enjoyable, annoying, frustrating, rewarding experience.
I am now getting annoyed and frustrated at the sequel.
Some people never learn!
on Aug. 17, 2013 :
This Authors debut novel is definitely not a book for those who have a weak stomach, or are easily upset by the written word. I’m not one of these types, but even I found that, at times, I had to put this book down and walk away to regroup my emotions and my mind.
The locations for the novel is the very grim and very private world of Victorian England so, with this in mind it is not surprising to see there is very little real depth or back story to any of the characters; and this is how it would’ve have been in real life, Wives would have known little about their Husbands and the servants would have known how to keep their mouths shut. In abiding by this social expectation, in her writing the Author actually paints in very vivid detail the personalities and traits that make up her characters; and there is a very large list of them ranging from a despicable wealthy man of society right down to the lowest of the low.
To live in poverty in 19th century Britain was not how we see living in poverty in 21st century Britain, and the Author has done an outstanding job of capturing the misery of those in this situation. She has held back no punches when it comes to describing the choices open to these people, and what they had to do just to survive from day to day. Her descriptions of ‘parental’ discipline are graphic and moving, and serve to illustrate that children were regarded as a disposable commodity.
There were places in this novel were the hand of a good proof-reader and editor would have come into play, and made the book even more haunting. In places the Author gets her characters mixed up, and I found myself having to flip back the pages to get them straight in my own head. This did detract from my enjoyment of the book, but still made it something I wanted to read on to the end to discover what the outcome would be.
I would recommend this novel to lovers of the history genre, both fiction and non-fiction as, at times, this novel becomes something more than just a story; it turns into a social commentary of the times it covers.
Originally reviewed on: http://catesbooknuthut.wordpress.com/2013/08/17/review-the-crying-of-the-children-peggi-lennard/
(review of free book)