Welcome to Litsy!

Opening with NYE in 1979 London, Liz and her closest friends from university, Alix and Esther now entering their 50s, weather the changes of the early eighties. From a divorce after 25 years of a "modern" marriage to disillusion with the socialist left, to leaving London and the UK altogether.

Written without chapters, the narrative flows from one character to the next, incorporating dozens of narrators to provide a full picture of the times.

#20series20days @Andrew65
Today i wanted to get away from crime and was looking on my bookshelves and saw these 3 bks which i read years ago and remember loving so maybe they deserve a reread. Other than crime i also love middle class family dramas and this trilogy looks at a three women and their families, friends from uni we follow them in 1979 over several years. I can't remember a lot more but the final one is signed.

1979 London. Three women who have known each other since starting Cambridge are approaching their 50th birthdays. In the next 5 years they will face the illness and death of parents, divorce, worry over their kids starting their own lives, redundancy, their own legacies, the cuts of Thatcher‘s regime, and more. Timely in the age of Trump, and I can totally relate to these women. Excellent. #1001books

@JenP one paragraph out of 400 pages, but yes another #1001books list book featuring elephants and hunting. Zambia this time.

I am finding this book to be a very slow read, but there are some gems in here! Don't we all know people like this? #1001books

Up next! From the #1001books list. I'm not sure what to expect from this one.

TOTALLY RANDOM. This is the same Margaret Drabble--and these are 2 of the next three books I will be starting. Mansfield Park is a group read. The Radiant Way was assigned me by a random generator. And it's Friday the 13th. In October. SPOOKY. 😱

Picked this up at the library today. Because I don't have enough to read!! 😂🤣📚 #1001books

Since childhood, since her early school days, New Year‘s Eve had possessed for her a mournful terror: she had elected it to represent the Nothingness which was her own life, the solid, cheerful festival which had seemed to be the lives of others.