To Please Myself

Those who have read Leonora Starr's charming novels will feel that they know the author intimately, for in her delightful humour, her shrewd depiction of character and her understanding of foibles, she reveals her own personality to an unusual degree. They are all happy books, for as she herself confesses: "I find my chief delight in ordinary things that may be had by almost anyone for neither cash nor coupons— the shape of a cloud, the pattern of a shadow, smells, books, friends, running water, dogs, birds, colour ...."

In 'To Please Myself' she writes of those happenings that in the course of every day bring her delight or wonder, pique her curiosity or give rise to reflection. She covers a wide range of subjects from Women's Institutes to bird migration, cairns and cats to the activities of the borough council of which she is a member, ghost stories to letters from Jeremy in Burma, smuggling tales of the East Anglian coast to memories of her childhood on Deeside.

A happy and enchanting book.