Normally, I like books of letters. Or diaries. They don't have to be those of famous people, they just have to be interesting. And, for me, that's the problem with The Letters of Nancy Mitford.
I know a bit about the infamous Mitford sisters and I think they all led interesting lives. But Nancy's letters are mostly about people I've never heard of, as well as some I have. They all seem to have pet names and I had difficulty remembering who was who when they weren't called by their proper names. There's not enough of the daily nitty gritty that I enjoy.
I stuck it out for half of the book, but then I realized I was forcing myself to continue. That's not the way to read!
So, goodbye, Nancy.