Engaging, well-written and light biography of Australian society rich girl, Sheila Chisholm. It says something for Wainwright's writing that I enjoyed this book, because having read it, I wouldn't say Sheila is the kind of person I'd immediately want to read the life story of. She's rich and she's in high society, moving over to London as a young woman, marrying a Lord, hobnobbing it with the royals and throwing and attending parties. The book is one long name-dropping session in some respects, but that's because these were the people she socialised with and this was her life. Yes, she raises money for charity hospitals. Yes, she suffers personal tragedy during the second world war (but a lot of other people suffered far more) but really I wouldn't say she led a particularly fascinating life or did anything amazing or eccentric or revolutionary that would make you think, here is a life that needs to be documented. And yet despite all of this I enjoyed the read.
In a nutshell, pre world war one, Shelia moves over to England, marries a Lord (who turns out to be a gambling waste of space who possibly has some kind of nervous breakdown and throws himself out of a window in the end?). She has a couple of kids. She marries another rich guy, rather charmingly nicknamed Buffles. Later in life she marries a Russian prince. She travels a lot. Has a lot of parties, friends and larks. Appears in the society columns and fashion magazines of the age. Never knows financial hardship or true poverty or suffering. That's about it. Perhaps it doesn't sound like much, but it did actually turn out to be an interesting read and I never got bored of it.
I won this in a goodreads giveaway and am a little embarassed to realise that I actually won it a year ago and am only getting around to reading it! Still, it was worth the wait.