Personally, I found Margaret’s grieving for a twin that she never knew a little tedious and overtly sentimental. The book heavily focuses on the relationship of the “twins” the ones in Angelfield and the Margaret’s own dead twin. Margaret is consumed by the story, as she fights her own demons. Impossible to understand one part without having a sense of the whole. Impossible to touch one part of it without setting the rest vibrating. Human lives are not pieces of string that can be separated out from a knot of others and laid out straight. As you go deeper the horrors of Angelfield are truly revolting, but what keeps you hooked is the sense that there is still a larger horror left unraveled. Winter’s childhood in Angelfield and the story of her siblings.Īs her history comes together, there are bits and pieces which are exceedingly chilling and grotesque.The incestuous relationship between siblings, the ‘something not right’ with the children, the cruel governess, the rumored ghost of Angelfield, the unnoticed murder. It is at this point the where the story within the story takes hold and we travel back to Ms.
After an unusual interview, Margaret agrees to write the biography of Ms. It’s with these questions that Margaret goes to visit Ms. So why does she want this little-known biographer to tell her story? Will she finally tell the truth about herself? Will she disclose her thirteenth tale? Journalists have asked the relevant questions over the years and been given a different answer every time. It has been the desire of her fans for years to speculate and uncover the mystery of the missing story. Winter is most known for her collection of short stories – “Thirteen Tales of Change and Desperation” where famously there is no Thirteenth Tale. Vida Winter, a famous novelist of her time, requesting Margaret to be her biographer. The story starts when Margaret receives an intriguing letter from Ms.
That she prefers books over people is understandable and I think sensible. Margaret Lea is a young recluse and a biographer who lives above her father’s bookshop in Yorkshire. Of course I loved books more than people.
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