I've been in New York for a few days, staying - appropriately - here.
Mr. C. and I occupied the Biography room at the hotel; each floor is dedicated to one of the ten major categories of the Dewey Decimal System, and within that each room reflects a topic and is lavishly supplied with books accordingly, so we had much good reading from which to choose.
I raced through Frances Hodgson Burnett: The Unexpected Life of the Author of "The Secret Garden" by Gretchen Holbrook Gerzina, skimming parts, it must be said, due to lack of time, and coming away from it with the impression of a woman driven to write, extraordinarily prolific, hugely successful, but fundamentally unsettled and unhappy. A sad story, really.
Although I'm not yet far into The White Witch, the Elizabeth Goudge novel I took across the Atlantic with me, it's clear that it's a tale of a very different tenor.