A couple of months ago, I announced that I was going to go on a trip to London on my Tumblr and asked my followers if they had any suggestions as to literary places I shouldn’t miss. A number of people suggested paying a visit to Persephone Books, a publishing company that reprints 20th-century books by female writers that have been unjustly neglected or forgotten (ranging from science fiction to cookbooks). Browsing through the website, I chuckled when I saw that “books by men” was a separate category (take that, “chicklit”!) and decided to put the store on my list of sights to see. Thanks to me and the two friends I’d dragged along, Persephone Books had a very profitable afternoon and we left giddy, eager to start reading.
Since my trip had a fairly small budget, I only purchased one book: Cheerful Weather For The Wedding by Julia Strachey (yes relation). Virginia Woolf called it “astonishingly good” and I’d seen pictures of a film adaptation floating around the blogosphere, so I was excited to get my hands on a copy.