The huge beast that was the wind blew its icy breath over the land, whipping the branches of the trees in to a frenzy and forcing the cascading waterfall of rain against the windows of my bedroom. I heard it hammering against the glass as though it was knocking frantically on the panes to be allowed to come in, "let us in," the rain drops seemed to beg, "it's so cold out here!" I ignored it though; I wasn't going to let the rain come in and drench the carpet. Besides, I was only half listening to the storm; something else had captured my attention, keeping me sat up on the bed listening intently as though doing so was the most important thing at that moment; as though my very life depended on knowing what would happen next.
If you read yesterday's post then you will know what had me so spellbound. Yes, it was a book. The book was sent to me by Magaly; she thought I'd enjoy it... She was right! And now I'm going to put you out of your misery and tell you what this book was that held me captive as the storm raged outside my window, and as November turned to December.
The book was "The Thirteenth Tale" by Diane Setterfield. And I've even found a little about the book for you ; which I found on this site. So, here you go:
"Margaret Lea works in her father’s antiquarian bookshop where her fascination for the biographies of the long-dead has led her to write them herself. She gets a letter from one of the most famous authors of the day, the mysterious Vida Winter, whose popularity as a writer has been in no way diminished by her reclusiveness. Until now, Vida has toyed with journalists who interview her, creating outlandish life histories for herself --- ;all of them invention. Now she is old and ailing, and at last she wants to tell the truth about her extraordinary life. Her letter to Margaret is a summons.
Somewhat anxiously, the equally reclusive Margaret travels to Yorkshire to meet her subject. Vida’s strange, gothic tale features the Angelfield family; dark-hearted Charlie and his unbrotherly obsession with his sister, the fascinating, devious, and willful Isabelle, and Isabelle’s daughters, the feral twins Adeline and Emmeline. Margaret is captivated by the power of Vida’s storytelling, but she doesn’t entirely trust Vida’s account. She goes to check up on the family, visiting their old home and piecing together their story in her own way. What she discovers on her journey to the truth is for Margaret a chilling and transforming experience."
Thank you, Magaly, for sending me this book; I can see why you love it so, and I am very glad you decided to share it with me!