Watching his mother die, historian Thomas Denham thought he ought to find some significance in the event, but failed to feel anything. Sadness, maybe, or an appreciation of 'tragedy' - which it wasn't really since she was a fair old age, had lived a good life, and the death was not a sudden unexpected shock. But there should be something significant in the passing of one's mother, shouldn't there?
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|comment= (Jacquie won a copy of ''Swimming to Ithaca'' in our July competition.)
This isnt the type of book I would normally choose to read - I knew nothing about the political background, and initially I thought it would be dull and dry.