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For Leslie Ann, an American-born London resident, a cozy pied-à-terre in Paris seems the perfect antidote to England’s cadaver-grey winter days until her husband proposes an alternative involving gaseous cows, horsy women with beefy thighs, and a converted seventeenth-century manor house.
Exchanging her treasured city life for the grassy pastures of the countryside, she reluctantly makes room in her closet for a pair of mucky Wellington boots beside her stilettos. In a wryly-written story from a naturalized Brit, Leslie Ann presents an entertaining account of the complexities and beguiling oddities of life in England. Her story reflects the fact that choices always have consequences even if you are To the MANOR drawn. Written under the pen name Leslie Ann Bosher: www.leslieannbosher.com |
reviews
“To the MANOR Drawn is an enchanting read full of witty observations about the transition from London to a rural lifestyle. The book is beautifully written.”
—Emma, The Duchess of Rutland
“This amusing book captures the essence of British life in the country. It is a ‘must have’ for anyone planning to visit England as the idiosyncrasies of Rutlanders are beautifully brought to life with perceptive prose and will ensure, if nothing else, that they purchase a pair of Wellington boots before they venture forth from the main highway!”
—Lady Victoria Leatham, Burghley House
“It’s not another Year In Provence experience in tweeness; it is much more Bill Bryson than Peter Mayle. What makes the difference is that Bosher shares with Bryson a witty but pretty acerbic turn of phrase.”
—Stamford Living Magazine
“To the MANOR Drawn is packed with anecdotes peppered with interesting observations and facts Leslie Ann has unearthed about her adopted country and is a warmly witty distillation of what rustic living is like for an ‘incomer.’ Humorous and light-hearted yet also thought-provoking…”
—Embrace Magazine
“A delightful book which captures the essence of the countryside with wit and wry observation. This is not a smart aleck view as purveyed by many louder-than-life Yanks who think the M1 is a cart track. This is a gentle and affectionate look at our lifestyle as only an ‘outsider’ can perceive it.”
–Rutland and Stamford Mercury