From the author of the best-selling novel, The Dictionary of Lost Words, comes The Bookbinder of Jericho, another wonderful story set in Oxford but this time about a female bookbinder.

Peggy and her twin sister, Maude follow in their recently dead mother’s footsteps to work at  Clarendon Press as bookbinders. It’s the beginning of the First World War when the press begins to lose the male employees as they join the  ranks of war recruits. The story follows Peggy as she yearns to read the words on the pages she binds, the difficulties of the war, her relationship with Maude who needs looking after too.

It begins slowly and I admit to being a little impatient as I was forced to learn, in intricate detail the mechanics of book binding. I was glad I did and was soon taken in with the characters, difficulties of life and the pace of the war and its consequences until it consumed me to turn page after magnificently written page.

“There is satisfaction in sewing the parts of a book together. Binding one idea to the next, one word to another, reuniting sentences with their beginnings and ends. The process of stitching can become an act of reverence, and when there are more sections on the frame than on the bench, you begin to anticipate the moment the parts become a whole.”

The class system is magnified with injustice as is the role of women used to assist the war effort in every position normally occupied by men. But more importantly Williams shines a light on the significance of education for women portrayed by Peggy’s love for learning yet denied because of her class as well as her circumstance.

“Your job is to bind books, not read them.”

Williams immerses the reader in the everyday of Peggy’s life, beautifully giving us her observations, her frustration, vulnerability, and her insecurities, all while navigating us through the history. Tilda, a character from Williams earlier book, is a VAD (Voluntary Aid Detachment) sent to assist the wounded in France. Through her letters, Williams cleverly reveals the horrors of the injured and dying, the difficulties of the health workers as well as educating us about little known Australian painter, Isobel Rae.

The tenderness between the sisters is poignant, their relationship tested as the women forge different paths away from interdependence. “Maude didn’t find it easy to compose an original sentence, but she chose what to repeat. She understood, I think, that most of what people said was meaningless.”

This is a novel for booklovers, historical readers and for anyone who just loves a moving story.  A must read.