

That said, I would still love to see a play, a small film of this book. It is the reason why films often disappoint - the director's vision has clashed with that of the readers. (Note to Americans, this is quite acceptable, and might even be praiseworthy, in Europe).īennett says that the reader creates the character as much as the author, which is, of course, self-evident. Each facet is a carefully-polished, succinct paragraph of the best of slightly-comic writing on the surface, but there are always glints of Bennett's attitudes, tastes and where he would like to influence the reader with his obviously socialist stance. To say more about the story would spoil this absolute gem of a book. She escapes not from reality with a book, but into it, into our reality, how we all live. It's unusual because it shows how limited the Queen is by her very proper job which might not look like one, christening ships, knighting people, opening hospitals, hosting dinner parties and being nice to foreign politicians, but it certainly would feel like one.

Utterly charming book about the Queen stumbling across a mobile library that visits Buckingham Palace regularly and being assisted to choose reading matter by the helpful Norman.
