Violet Bonham Carter, the only daughter of H.H. Asquith, kept a diary from the age of 18. She moved in privileged circles with the great figures of the day and wrote revealingly about what she saw. This book contains a selection of her diaries and letters, covering the years 1914-1945.
Slow going. Again, she is political and partisan infighting is boring. The lead up to war, Churchill's rise and fall and rise and fall. The deaths of friend's children, like the deaths of her friends in WWI a horrifying echo. Her favourite son's capture and the agony of a mother, the death of her son-in-law. I persevered through so much dullness for the nuggets of brilliance and history and fact. Now on to her third diary. Old age looms.