The House at Riverton is a gorgeous debut novel set in England between the wars. It is the story of an aristocratic family, a house, a mysterious death and a way of life that vanished forever, told in flashback by a woman who witnessed it all and kept a secret for decades. Grace Bradley went... read more
Grace Bradley tells the story of her life at the age of 99 years old. She lived her young life in service to the Hartford family and denied herself personal pleasures to be loyal.
I loved how the story went back and forth from BEFORE to the PRESENT.
You will love the characters... read more (warning: may contain spoilers)
“They danced along the reaches of the street,resting and then twirling in step with each gust.At one point,the feather reeled on ahead,embraced by a partner more vigorous thant he last,which lifted it and sent it pirouetting up over the shop roofs and out of sight.”Grace
“the way the fabric of time is changing,and I am beginning to feel at home in the past and a visitor to this strange and blanched experience we agree to call the present.”Grace
“But happiness... happiness grows at our own firesides. It is not to be picked in strangers' gardens.”Grace's mother
“Photgraphs force us to see people before their future weighed them down, before they knew their endings.”
“"Obstinate, I own. But I am not deaf and do not like it when people assume I am-my eyesight is poor without glasses, I tire easily, have none of my own teeth left and survive on a cocktail of pills, but I can hear as well as I ever have. It's only with age I have learned solely to listen to things I want to hear."”
While one’s child takes a part of one’s heart to use and misuse as they please, a grandchild is different. Gone are the bonds of guilt and responsibility that burden the maternal relationship. The way to love is free.Highlighted by 200 Kindle customers
Wars make history seem deceptively simple. They provide clear turning points, easy distinctions: before and after, winner and loser, right and wrong. True history, the past, is not like that. It isn’t flat or linear. It has no outline. It is slippery, like liquid; infinite and unknowable, like space. And it is changeable: just when you think you see a pattern, perspective shifts, an alternative version is proffered, a long-forgotten memory resurfaces.Highlighted by 129 Kindle customers
“But happiness…happiness grows at our own firesides,” she said. “It is not to be picked in strangers’ gardens.”Highlighted by 124 Kindle customers
In real life turning points are sneaky. They pass by unlabeled and unheeded. Opportunities are missed, catastrophes unwittingly celebrated. Turning points are only uncovered later, by historians who seek to bring order to a lifetime of tangled moments.Highlighted by 121 Kindle customers
It’s only with age I have learned solely to listen to things I want to hear.Highlighted by 115 Kindle customers
It is a cruel, ironical art, photography. The dragging of captured moments into the future; moments that should have been allowed to evaporate with the past; should exist only in memories, glimpsed through the fog of events that came after. Photographs force us to see people before their future weighed them down, before they knew their endings.Highlighted by 108 Kindle customers
He will return one day, of that I’ve little doubt, for home is a magnet that lures back even its most abstracted children.Highlighted by 80 Kindle customers
It is an uncanny feeling, that rare occasion when one catches a glimpse of oneself in repose. An unguarded moment, stripped of artifice, when one forgets to fool even oneself.Highlighted by 75 Kindle customers
I am interested—intrigued even—by the way time erases real lives, leaving only vague imprints. Blood and spirit fade away so that only names and dates remain.Highlighted by 56 Kindle customers
I wasn’t certain how I felt about spiritualists, I was certain enough about the type of people who were drawn to them. Only people unhappy in the present seek to know the future.Highlighted by 36 Kindle customers
PART ONE
Ghosts Stir
The Drawing Room
The Nursery
Waiting for the Recital
All Good Things
Saffron High Street
In the West
Until We Meet Again
PART TWO
The Twelfth of July
The Fall of Icarus
The Photgraph
Bankers
The Dinner
A Suitable Husband
The Ball and After
PART THREE
Catching Butterflies
Down the Rabbit Hole
In the Depths
Resurrection
The Choice
PART FOUR
Hannah's Story
The Beginning of the End
Riverton Revisited
Slipping out of Time
The End
The Tape
The Letter
Acknowledgments
Author's Note
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