![]() ![]() Huge bundles of hay had already been piled up high on the back of the wagon, waiting for transport to the horse and. ![]() It was haying season, and he had left his wagon in the lane, right where it met the kissing gate and the farm fields at the end of old Gosport Road. He had never left his small village to see the great cathedrals of his country, but he knew from books how the sculpted ancient rulers lay just like this, atop their elevated shrines, for lower men like himself to gaze at centuries later in awe. I haven’t read her books since high school and while I enjoyed them, I’ve never revisited it in adulthood. Join the Book Club Chat Newsletter I have to disclose a fact: I’m not a Jane Austen stan. United by their love of Jane Austen, they band together to preserve Austen’s estate, located in their small village. The novel revolves around a motley group of characters shortly after World War II. He must have looked like an effigy himself, resting on top of the wall, as if carved into permanent silence, abreast a silent tomb. The Jane Austen Society by Natalie Jenner is a lovely novel about a group of wounded people coming together in a shared love of fiction. It’s a fictional telling of how the Jane Austen Societyan actual group founded in Chawton, Englandcame to exist. Lying there, still, face turned flat upwards to the sky, he could feel death all around him in the small church graveyard. ![]() The birdsong pierced the early-morning air in little shrieks that hammered at his very skull. He lay back on the low stone wall, knees pulled up, and stretched out his spine against the rock. ![]()
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