The next meeting will
take place on Tuesday 3rd December, from 5.30pm at Cuckoo, Cafe Bar, Bury Old Road, Prestwich.
Our Books for November
Death Comes to Pemberley by P. D. James
The year is 1803, and Darcy and Elizabeth
have been married for six years. There are now two handsome and healthy
sons in the nursery, Elizabeth's beloved sister Jane and her husband
Bingley live nearby and the orderly world of Pemberley seems
unassailable. But all this is threatened when, on the eve of the annual
autumn ball, as the guests are preparing to retire for the night a
chaise appears, rocking down the path from Pemberley's wild woodland. As
it pulls up, Lydia Wickham - Elizabeth's younger, unreliable sister -
stumbles out screaming that her husband has been murdered.
A Long Walk Home One Woman's Story
of Kidnap, Hostage, Loss - and Survivalby Judith Tebbutt
This is the story of how, over a period of one hundred and ninety-two
days, I was torn away from the life I knew and loved, and dragged down
to the depths of despair; of how I endured enforced isolation and
near-starvation at the hands of Somali pirates; and of how I made a
choice to survive by any and all means that I could muster. In September
2011 Judith Tebbutt and her husband David set out on an adventurous
holiday to Kenya. A couple for thirty-three years, they had first met in
Zambia: Africa had played a major part in their life together. After a
joyous week on safari in the Masai Mara, they flew on to a beach resort
forty kilometres south of Somalia. And there, in the early hours of 11
September, tragedy struck them. Judith was torn away from David by a
band of armed pirates, dragged over sea and land to a village in the
arid heart of lawless Somalia, and there held hostage in a squalid room,
a ransom on her head. There, too, she learned the terrible truth that
the responsibility of securing her release now rested with her son
Ollie. Powerful, moving and at times quite devastating, this is Judith
Tebbutt's story in her own words.
The year is 1803, and Darcy and Elizabeth
have been married for six years. There are now two handsome and healthy
sons in the nursery, Elizabeth's beloved sister Jane and her husband
Bingley live nearby and the orderly world of Pemberley seems
unassailable. But all this is threatened when, on the eve of the annual
autumn ball, as the guests are preparing to retire for the night a
chaise appears, rocking down the path from Pemberley's wild woodland. As
it pulls up, Lydia Wickham - Elizabeth's younger, unreliable sister -
stumbles out screaming that her husband has been murdered.
This is the story of how, over a period of one hundred and ninety-two
days, I was torn away from the life I knew and loved, and dragged down
to the depths of despair; of how I endured enforced isolation and
near-starvation at the hands of Somali pirates; and of how I made a
choice to survive by any and all means that I could muster. In September
2011 Judith Tebbutt and her husband David set out on an adventurous
holiday to Kenya. A couple for thirty-three years, they had first met in
Zambia: Africa had played a major part in their life together. After a
joyous week on safari in the Masai Mara, they flew on to a beach resort
forty kilometres south of Somalia. And there, in the early hours of 11
September, tragedy struck them. Judith was torn away from David by a
band of armed pirates, dragged over sea and land to a village in the
arid heart of lawless Somalia, and there held hostage in a squalid room,
a ransom on her head. There, too, she learned the terrible truth that
the responsibility of securing her release now rested with her son
Ollie. Powerful, moving and at times quite devastating, this is Judith
Tebbutt's story in her own words.
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