For those that appreciate classic female writers

This book has appeal for those that enjoy female writers of the past who were under represented in their creative field. A comfort read/listen about books and elevating women.

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Not even Juliet Stevenson could help this book

Bloomsbury Girls was a waste of a purchase. I persisted almost to the end but to others considering this book, don't waste your time and money. Where to start? Well, firstly, the plot is thin and uninspired and the characters are one-dimensional. The storyline is entirely predictable from the start. I was really irritated by the superficial and clumsy portrayal of the budding feminism in the early 1950s, and a clear lack of understanding about how POC experienced racism in Britain at the time.
But most annoying were the Americanisms used in a book set in post-war London. For example, subway instead of the underground/Tube; Fahrenheit instead of Celsius; metres instead of feet; fall instead of autumn and so on. Also there were historical inaccuracies that proved that the writer knew little about post-war Britain and did even less research. Such sloppy editing by the publisher (Macmillan) is so disappointing. The production was also flawed. Of course Juliet Stevenson is always wonderful but she was directed to portray characters in a way that was simply inaccurate. For example, newspapermen were not the accented tabloid cockneys portrayed in this reading - in the 1950s the media adhered to the approach of the famous BBC clipped pronunciation that was supposed to suggest a good education and upper middle class status.
The idea of the book was interesting but the execution was sloppy and problematic. And not even the amazing talents of Ms Stevenson could compensate.

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