Well the more I listen the more I wonder... are people actually writing and telling these stories these days? The photo is amazing. I still haven't figured out where Greenham is so need to do that and it takes me back to something from an earlier chapter about the dad - was it? - who knew a lot about America, how come?
"Bridget opened her packet of McVitie’s digestives, took two and passed the packet to Peggy who passed them on round the circle till they were empty, and normally, if she’d been camping with her mum and dad, she’d have got angry and sulked, but this felt like an honour, these women eating her biscuits, like it made her one of them, she didn’t even mind that no one noticed they’d been hers." A wonderful sentence, containing multitudes, giving us more insight into Bridget and how these experiences are starting to change her. And biscuits, too!
“It’s called non-violent direct action,” said a voice beside her, a woman who looked like Granny Reynolds before she lost all her teeth. Old. A woolly hat.”
Well the more I listen the more I wonder... are people actually writing and telling these stories these days? The photo is amazing. I still haven't figured out where Greenham is so need to do that and it takes me back to something from an earlier chapter about the dad - was it? - who knew a lot about America, how come?
This gave me goosebumps 💙
Bridget has finally found a sense of belonging as she explores the real world. I'm hoping it's not too much of a shock - she is very naive.
Oh, Eleanor, tears pooled in my eyes when they squeezed hands. “It’s like we’re all human.” A perfect line.
"women she’d never heard speak in her life and here they all were, speaking like they’d never shut up" - Yay, Bridget! Welcome.
Absolutely!
"Bridget opened her packet of McVitie’s digestives, took two and passed the packet to Peggy who passed them on round the circle till they were empty, and normally, if she’d been camping with her mum and dad, she’d have got angry and sulked, but this felt like an honour, these women eating her biscuits, like it made her one of them, she didn’t even mind that no one noticed they’d been hers." A wonderful sentence, containing multitudes, giving us more insight into Bridget and how these experiences are starting to change her. And biscuits, too!
I loved this paragraph, too. She felt being a part of something without needing attribution or a transaction. Beautiful
“It’s like we’re all humans.” God I love this line!!! Such innocent, powerful revelations seen through the eyes of a young woman.
Saw this last night but had to wait till this a.m. my time to read you. Keep 'em coming ...
Such beautiful writing…
“It’s called non-violent direct action,” said a voice beside her, a woman who looked like Granny Reynolds before she lost all her teeth. Old. A woolly hat.”
I just love that paragraph!
Thank you.
Once again, so awesome. How many chapters are left, do you think? Or is that a well-kept secret?
I think I'll keep that a secret for now... But rest assured, we've only just begun.
Oooh, yes! That’s answer enough for me.
“It’s like we’re all humans. . . It’s like without men we don’t have to be anything.” Ohhhh. This touched me to the core! Bridget gets it! 🔥
I loved it when she said that! It surprised me. It came from her.
I believe that utterly