A Factory Of CunningSet in late eighteenth century England, Philippa Stockleys American debut gives us a wickedly delightful but deadly serious battle of the wills and the sexes. It begins with the arrival in London of the mysterious Mrs. Foxon the run from a scandalous French pastwho takes a new identity, determined to reinvent herself. She must pit her formidable skills for revenge against Earl Much, a British aristocrat with no less notorious a past and easily her

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there was Queenie Dove… and readers will never forget her

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scribbled over and over again on a sheet of paper

She figures it’s because she was in a coma for a week

But in a world determined to silence her

Celebrate the young women who dared to change the world:

from Shakespeare’s plays to the meditative poems of Wordsworth and Wallace Stevens

I found it so transporting that 48 hours after completing it

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Hard Justice

but with the end of summer looming