I came to this book by way of the beautifully-filmed series Lark Rise to Candleford (Seasons 1-4). The show is a stellar production with a great ensemble cast and heartwarming stories, and I had to read the source work which inspired the series. This edition of Flora Thompson's Lark Rise to Candleford contains the trilogy, i.e. "Lark Rise", "Over to Candleford", and "Candleford Green".
As for the work itself, I have found it to be most illuminating. The trilogy has been seen as a sort of semi-autobiographical work, and the character of Laura as seen to reflect Thompson. The amazing thing about this work is that Ms. Thompson wrote it about forty years after the events she witnessed. The stories reflect the glory days of England's pastoral life, and there is a sense of idealism in the portrayal of people's lives back then, almost as if these were the best of times, despite the poverty of many of the inhabitants of the villages. Ms. Thompson's writing may gloss over the serious problems affecting the people in the hamlets at that time, but it is nevertheless an important work that adds to the various collections of memoirs and journals describing the English countryside and the lives of the inhabitants of the hamlets surrounding it.
I loved reading about the little details of hamlet living, and even though the descriptions can at times be almost tedious in their details, I savored each and every word. It made me yearn for a simpler, less frenetic life, one that seems almost impossible in today's hectic, technology-inundated world.
I also enjoyed reading about the characters, some of which are found in the BBC drama adaptation. It was rather illuminating to read about Robert Timmins, a strong-minded, independent, proud man who is seen as a father figure among the Lark Risers in the TV show. In the book, I learned that Robert grew to become a very bitter man who never quite fit in with his surroundings, and whose life eventually lapsed into degeneracy!
This is a wonderful work for many reasons, but most of all for eliciting one's feelings of nostalgia for long gone days. One of the passages in the book reads,
"Candleford Green was but a small village and there were fields and meadows and woods all around it. As soon as Laura crossed the doorstep, she could see some of these. But mere seeing from a distance did not satisfy her; she longed to go alone far into the fields and hear the birds singing, the brooks tinkling, and the wind rustling through the corn, as she had when a child. To smell things and touch things, warm earth and flowers and grasses, and to stand and gaze where no one could see her, drinking it all in." I too long to walk far into the fields, and to have the luxury of time to do it!