Juliet Ashton is promoting his book at the end of the war. But a book that once belonged to him, tests Elia, selected pieces by Charles Lamb, will land by the merest chance in the hands of an islander of Guernsey, some Dawsey Adams, and become the point departure of much correspondence.
"Perhaps the books they possess a secret preservation instinct that guides them to their ideal reader" asks Juliet by answering the first time Dawsey Adams. "It would be delicious as this is the case," she adds. Well not only the book, in this story, possess a secret instinct of preservation, but it will also link that will allow a community to meet, build relationships, to find perhaps simply.
The literary circle of Potato Peel lovers is an epistolary novel fresh, soulful, deep and delicate.
All characters mentioned filigree of these letters are extremely lovable and I'm not even that can withstand the whims of a capricious Isola Pribby, the cheeky naiveté Kit, to shy sensitivity Dawsey, to the reassuring gravity Eben , or the poignant pain of John Booker?
The community described in this novel has an extraordinary life force and I rarely encountered stronger and touching characters than this literary circle so special. During these nearly 400 pages, it is totally immersed in the atmosphere vibrating around these islanders, and we plunge with them into their lives at once so mundane and extraordinary.
The humor-a gentle humor in also- seeps everywhere and surrounds these letters from a life of gentleness which gradually subside Juliet, when, in the second part of the novel, she will come to the island to meet those people with whom she first began corresponding.
It attaches surprisingly quickly to its colorful characters. The universe created by Mary Ann Shaffer is so evocative power that one has the impression, closing the book he would have been enough to live at this time to know us.
As I said in opening, we read this book as we taste a piece of pie: it is fresh, fruity, tasty. But also too quickly swallowed. We would have taken a little of this literary circle of amateurs Potato Peel, right? I do.
