The Memory of Lost Senses is my first Judith Kinghorn book. It won't be my last. This book tells the overlapping stories of two women, Cecily and Cora. Cecily Chadwick's story begins in 1911, when Cora, a mysterious countess with (possibly) at least three former husbands, moves into the neighborhood with her handsome grandson.
It takes a while for the two intertwining plots (Cecily's and Cora's) to get going, but the language in this book is so beautiful that the wait is no hardship.
We start with Cecily, at a cricket match on a summer afternoon and about to meet Jack (the handsome grandson).
In the middle of the green the yellowing grass turned to molten silver, the players blurring into the pool of liquefied metal: like a mirage, Cecily thought. Only a few wore white flannels, the majority were in their usual working clothes, with shirtsleeves rolled back and braces exposed. And beyond them, at the other side of the field, clear and solid, and dazzlingly white, stood Bramley's new pavilion.
The scene is set for Cecily and Jack's first meeting and you can almost feel summer and sense the mirage-like effect of the heat.