Delightful little book, I don't know how Slightly Foxed manage to find so many charming memoirs. It makes me feel a bit itchy when I read about the menagerie that occupied the rafters and the risk of snakes on the bannisters. Mine is no. 986 of 20000. ( )

I really enjoyed the first two parts of this book, but felt that it lost its way in the third part, which dealt with the years during the second year war.

The early sections, describing the author's somewhat haphazard upbringing in France and Malaya was entertaining and an interesting insight into life at the time for a family with their wealth. The final part of the book described the author's experiences working in one of the propaganda sections of the allied army during the war. To me, this sounds like it should have been fascinating, and I was therefore disappointed with the superficial and disjointed description of this time.

All in all, an entertaining enough read, but not good enough for me to actively seek out other books by the same author. ( )