This book is delightful and I'm glad it only languished on my to-read-shelf for just a couple of months. A beautifully-written story of a suspected monster, 1890s London and Essex, folklore, fear, illness and love both forbidden and other.
Here are some of Sarah Perry's words:
...puts on her black dress, and sits in the window looking like an artist's idea of grief.
"She's the kind of woman who's misunderstood. They think because she's so pretty and wears clothes so well, and because she gossips and chatters, that she's nothing but a ballerina in a jewellery box turning round and round..."
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