“Susie Moran is a success. She has founded and run her own highly profitable company, and now her three daughters are all involved in the business. Rooted in the traditions of the Stoke-on-Trent potteries, and producing charming, useable objects of distinctive design, Susie is justly proud of her family and her achievement – and has no intention of letting it change…”
Oh my. Joanna Trollope. Queen of the Aga Saga and mirror to the countrified chattering classes of Middle England. I usually enjoy her books. I save them for nights when it is icy cold and the wind is battering at the windows and then I lose myself in other women’s lives. Truths succinctly described. Changing times reflected in each
But this one is a worry on my mind. You see I am never comfortable when a character in a story seems to closely resemble someone who really exists. And in Susie Moran we happen across a woman described in one review as a fusion of
This is obviously ludicrous. Joanna Trollope is a gifted writer and I am sure she wouldn’t dream of taking liberties with real people’s emotions (would she?) but still I feel uncomfortable and really rather desperate for the heavens to open so I can crawl into bed with Balancing Act and pretend I am running a business producing charming, useable objects...
Damn it. If only hypocrisy did not become me.