Once again, Deborah Devonshire delights, entertains, amuses and moves with this second compilation of her sharp, elegant, self-effacing writings. Comprising everything from the text of after-dinner speeches to diary entries and magazine columns, Home To Roost gives the lucky reader another little glimpse into the fascinating life of a fascinating woman. The Dowager Duchess's immensely charming real-life anecdotes involve a cast of characters that a fiction writer would consider fantastical, from JFK to the Queen Mother via the fearsome head agent at Chatsworth, all of whom Deborah Devonshire treats with equal respect regardless of title or status.
And herein lies the beauty not just of Deborah Devonshire's prose but of the lady herself: that in recounting experiences of an extraordinary life, born into privilege and then elevated through marriage to one of the highest titles in the land, there is no sense whatsoever of entitlement and never, ever any sense of being one iota better or more important than anyone else. If there is anything wrong with this book it is that, like Counting My Chickens, there is so tantalisingly little of it. A volume several times as long would still not be too much of this wonderful writer's wonderful work.