![]() ![]() ![]() In my teens and twenties, I devoured her adult books, finding in them a sensitivity to place, a compassion for human failings, and a strong sense of a creative force for good that continue to resonate deep within me. Goudge’s books have had a special place in my heart since I first encountered Linnets and Valerians in a London bookshop as a child, and fell in love with it. Elizabeth Goudge died in 1984, just a few weeks shy of her 84th birthday. After her mother’s death, she developed a friendship with a younger woman, Jessie Munro, who took care of her as she had her own mother. She was painfully shy, and never married, spending her younger years caring for her invalid mother and serving (reluctantly) as her father’s hostess. ![]() ![]() She did, and remained a best-selling author from the 1930s through the 1970s. She began writing in her late twenties or early thirties, starting with three plays, but when she submitted them for publication, a perspicacious editor told her to try novels instead. The daughter of a clergyman, Elizabeth Goudge was born on April 24, 1900. I’m so glad that Lori decided to celebrate by dedicating a whole week to Goudge, because she’s one of my favorite authors of all time. Today is Elizabeth Goudge’s birthday, and the start of Elizabeth Goudge Week over at The Emerald City Book Review. Elizabeth Goudge (publicity photo, via Wikipedia) ![]()
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