July 31, 2025
The only edit to my review of last year is to say that I have spent, not the whole summer, but just July reading these novels.
Am I slightly embarrassed by the way my reading time has been consumed by Emma? Maybe.
Do I regret it? Not at all.
August 2024
I am someone who feels a particular kinship with those of another age - specifically the age of the English 1800s. That being said, I am predisposed to feel endeared to Emma M. Lion. She is absolutely charming, full of wit and creativity. I spent the summer ravenously flying through these journals while simultaneously wishing they would never end.
I venture to say that Emma’s unique voice, her humor, her ingenuity in the face of grave familial and financial disaster is one to be admired & envied. She has a “natural pluck”, an ability to find happiness in the most mundane and unusual things, and a keen eye for discerning the deepest parts of a person. Her life “sports a good deal of the ridiculous” and she chronicles it delightfully for her readers.
Her town of St. Crispian’s is a most unexpected and peculiar place, full of slight superstitions and unusual happenings. She gathers a band of friends & characters who each possess a certain charm. There is bedlam, there is spectacle, there is delight. And there is comfort & a feeling of home found in the Value and Necessity of Friends, Tea, & Books.
I should dearly love to sit with Emma over a cup of tea, trading clever quips and eccentric stories. From her, would come many of these. From me, far too few.
But alas, this cannot be. So, I must be content to enjoy my time within the pages of her journals, getting to know the vast array of eclectic characters, admiring her pluck and positivity, and slowly discovering which gentleman will be her Intended…if any of them.
Now in Emma’s words, “There is no feeling quite like finishing a book that you’ve loved.”
I do believe I’ll begin again…and I think you should too.