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One in all 8 little ones, Laurie Lee was once born in 1914, in Slad, Gloucestershire, then a distant nook of britain. As his father was once absent, the massive family--five young ones from his father's first marriage and 3 from his moment one used to be mentioned through his able mom. "We lived the place he had left us; a relic of his provincial formative years; a sprawling bulky, countrified brood too incongruous to hold with him; and that i, for one, scarcely ignored him. i used to be completely content material during this global of girls . . . bullied and tumbled in the course of the hand-to-mouth days, patched or dressed-up, scolded, well-liked, swept off my ft in unexpected passions of kisses, or dumped forgotten one of the unwashed pots."

Lee's memoir opens whilst he was once only a child more youthful than 3 years outdated and ends as he turns into a tender guy experiencing his first kiss. "I became to examine Rosie. She was once yellow and dusty with buttercups and purring within the gloom; her hair used to be wealthy as a wild bee's nest and her eyes have been jam-packed with stings. i didn't comprehend what to do approximately her, nor did i do know what to not do. She regarded soft and invaluable, a specific thing of unplumbable mysteries, and threatening as quicksand."

This cherished vintage describes a misplaced international, a global reflecting the innocence and beauty of youth, and illuminating an period with out electrical energy or phones. this can be England at the cusp of the fashionable period, however it might have been wherever. this can clarify why Cider with Rosie became an fast bestseller whilst it used to be released in 1959, promoting over six million copies within the united kingdom on my own, and is still learn via kids and adults worldwide.

A captivating examine the lack of innocence right into a international of understanding.- The Midwest ebook Review

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