A biography with a difference; Molly Peacock inserts autobiographical references of her own, with which I was uncomfortable, and she also makes comparisons between the cut-paper mosaicks and Mary Delany's emotional state at the time she created them, equating thorns with personal pain, and so on. This conceit works rather better, as it is easier to imagine MD choosing to cut out the petals, stem and leaves of a rose, for example, when she was longing to stick something sharp into another's side!
Mary Delany is one of my favourite historical characters, her life almost spanning the 18th century, and managing in that time to meet many of the major players at Court and in artistic circles. She was a voluminous correspondent, and one who only found her major artistic stride after her second widowhood, and after the loss of her sister to whom she wrote very regularly. I thoroughly enjoyed this biography but think it would be improved without the personal references.