The Splendid and Vile by Erik Larsson came out around then, all about the blitz in London. I found it strangely comforting to read about another place and time when the world had felt like ending. I remember relating a lot to peoples’ journal entries at the time.

On the other end of the spectrum I went thru an extended “royalty in disguise” romance novel period too. There are, maybe unsurprisingly, a lot of them :)

I still think about that section on tramping!

Makes me want to read this again! It’s been a while. Such a gem.