In addition to having a wonderful name, India Knight has written some very funny, charming, British books that I feel just don’t get enough circulation here. I can only hope she is more popular in her native country, but in the meantime perhaps you’ll be encouraged to read her from my endorsement.
The first book I read of hers was My Life on a Plate. I read this some years ago, so my memory of the details is fuzzy. In essence, this is a story of a young mother who lives in a lovely British village in a lovely British farm house and it’s all muddy Wellingtons and thick bread for tea and chickens running everywhere, and everything you want in a cozy British story. It’s sounds very “happily-ever-after”, but in fact it’s not. One of the things I liked so much about this book was that having children (the baby as I recall is never named, just called something like Beauty, because she’s so angelically beautiful) and such a charming life was not really all it’s cracked up to be. Continue reading