This book is not a diary that was translated. I suppose that is what I expected when I ordered it. I am pleasantly surprised. Antonia Frasier can be a bit dry and is the author of the majority of the biographies I have read. I like Alison Weir, but some of her books have been slow and I have struggled to get through the ones I have read. Dancing is not only written as a biography of one woman's life; Moorehead also studies and explains clearly what shaped the early 18th century and family in which Lucie was born.
And that is what excited me most. There is plenty of rich description to really pull you into the streets of Paris, the country retreats, the salons of the aristocracy where so many ideas of the Enlightenment were discussed, l'art de virve was cultivated and nurtured. And as much as I am not a slave to fashion this book does delve into the insane costumes of the French aristocracy. But it does not dwell.
It is an absorbing book. I sit down to read it and am loathe to break away. Unfortunately, I've been struck with a cold so I have not been able to do as much reading as I'd like, but I think after I get enough rest and my sinuses decide to clear I'll have ample time over this long weekend to really dig in. I even may do a bit of knitting. I was given some new looms that I would like to try out.
* a little about me*
I lead a quite life for someone in their 30's. I have not been graced by the little pitter patter of human feet. I am married and work ( sometimes too much) as a counselor in my community and do not engage in too many activities of indulgence. I love to laugh and find pleasure in simple things like books, a cup of rich coffee, a small piece of dark good chocolate, a glass of red wine, fresh strawberries and brie, intelligent conversation that is sincere and not laced with sarcasm and invalidation. I am fond of the outdoors, but am not a camper.
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