Our Precious Wars

<p><strong>An ode to memory, and to the beauty of the natural world</strong></p><p>What remains of the springs, summers, autumns, and winters of a woman’s life?</p><p>Isadora, now an old woman relegated to a hospice, looks back on her life and how intimately intertwined it was with that of the big, sprawling house where she spent almost her entire existence. </p><p>Her memories of childhood and beyond come back to her, season by season: from the games and warmth of Summer and the back-to-school days of Autumn, to the crisp, cold days of Winter- days of loneliness and death- and to Spring’s promise of renewal, and of the return to the house that meant so much to her. </p><p>Told in lyrical, beguiling language, Isadora guides the reader through the maze of her memory by classifying, like a watercolourist, her recollections by season.</p>