I love May Sarton’s writing. It’s always so clear and insightful, and I find it a joy to become immersed in it. This memoir I found particularly enjoyable, more so in fact than her journals which inevitably are more episodic. Here she recounts her childhood and youth, and her early career as an actress. Her meetings with so many of the great and good in London – Virginia Woolf, Julian Huxley, George Bernard Shaw to name just a few – give rise to many an anecdote, in which she brings all of them to life with her usual acuity. I wish I’d read this at the start of my acquaintance with her as it sheds much light on the woman she matured into – but better late than never. Highly recommended for all Sarton fans.