Happily once I read a few sentences I was hooked and ended up not putting it down until I got to page 84 at 1:00 AM.Īlbert Facey was born in 1894 and spent much of childhood fending for himself in the Australian bush. After his father died when Facey was only two years old, the family was dispersed in various parts of western Australia as his mother and his older siblings tried to find ways to support themselves.
I was just going to give it a glance to see how high up I should put it on the TBR pile. This prompted me to pick up this book that she had given me. She also mentioned that they would be discussing A Fortunate Life in December. Shute, a favorite of mine, was a British ex-pat who lived in Australia and wrote some great novels set in Australia. About a week ago Jill emailed me to tell me that the Australian Broadcasting Company has an on-air book club that was going to be featuring a discussion of A Town Like Alice by Nevil Shute. I have read woefully little by Australian authors so it was no shock that this title was new to me. Well, in a move akin to a benevolent arms race between our two countries Jill upped the ante by sending me a copy of A Fortunate Life by A.B.
I chose two of my favorite, and very different, American novels, The Professor’s House by Willa Cather and The Inn at Lake Devine by Elinor Lipman. Feeling like the cost of that volume would barely cover Jill’s postage cost for sending me her copy of A Shropshire Lad let alone the cost of the book itself, I felt inclined to send her a couple of additional titles to thank her. She picked out Henrietta’s War by Joyce Dennis. In exchange, I told her to pick out a book from The Book Depository and I would have it sent to her. Thankfully Jill, a lovely woman in Australia, came up with a copy she was willing to send me. So I appealed to Karen at Cornflower Books to see if any of the participants in her online book club had a clean copy they were willing to part with. The provenance and review of a hard to obtain memoir that reads like a novel.Įarlier this year as I attempted to collect all 20 of the Penguin English Journey series, one volume, A Shropshire Lad, was on back order and seemed unlikely to be available with any timeliness.
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