Stories about writing, books, bookstores, etc. are a favorite of mine. This one has a writer, plenty of books, and a bookstore.
This is the story of Vida Winter, a writer, who lied to every single person who asked about her past. Now old and dying, she finally decides to tell the truth to Margaret Lea, a bookseller’s daughter and sometime biographer. The story is, it turns out, a bit dark and quite strange, with twists and turns–a bit like the stories Winter got so famous for. But this really happened, and holds a secret that Winter isn’t willing to give up until the end.
Winter tells her story from start to finish–in fact she insists on it–but somehow still manages to leave you guessing. Lea’s quieter life with her father forms a frame for the story she’s recording, and draws out the mystery. It’s a quiet, thoughtful, reflective sort of book, that asks questions about family, and love, and the value of truth. A great read for fans of bookish things.