Lolly Willowes

It is a mystery to me how Lolly Willowes by Sylvia Townsend Warner made it onto my list.  I think I may have read somewhere about this great, unrecognised female writer; about a book in the spirit of Virginia Woolf, fiery and free, before its time.  After the joy of The PowerI was open to reading perhaps its precursor, something that set the way for Naomi Alderman and every other woman in the 21st Century who is using this year to share a rallying cry.  But, however, Lolly Willowes was not this book for me.

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