Really enjoyed the anchor of the pictures to build this story. Stayed up late resting it which is always a a good sign. A family history but one also of tragedy and loss.
Some lovely descriptive text including:
“ they fought over where to sit at the dining table, at the cinema or at the circus, on the picnic rug or even at the back of the car. Endless, small – minded territorial disputes. You could understand the whole, sorry history of human warfare just by observing their behaviour for half an hour. It was very wearing.”
“ I could not help seeing that she was unhappy, and desperately frustrated. It was a narrow, pinched little life that they were making for themselves. Growing up where she did, Beatrix had developed a romantic and adventurous nature, and she had no outlet for it anymore.”
“ Hearing it felt like being pulled out of cold water and having a thick blanket thrown around you” (in relation to the Aunty Ivy greeting you with a “hello”)
“ he had assumed a slightly strange position, crouching rather than sitting down, and this gives him a kind of tense, coiled quality, like a trap about to spring.”