What struck me most about this memoir was the parental poverty of the children of the wealthy. Little Diana had Nan, a servant, to love her instead, and she was well-loved, but a servant has no power to help a child against the decisions of her employers. Not an unhappy story exactly, but the absence of her parents and her utter vulnerability as a result, well, it was palpable, even frightening. Thanks be for the family that stepped into the breach. And one of the best last lines of a book ever. "But I think we both knew nothing would ever be quite the same again."
The innocence, the magic, the misunderstanding, the superiority and the horror of childhood. This book captures perfectly the essence of these years in that era. No more shall be said. I want people to read it.