If the thinness of her evidence and the weakness of her analysis had me wanting to refute points that I fundamentally agree with, that's my issue rather than hers.
Biblio - you've absolutely hit the nail on the head here for me. I felt just the same when reading WINLTTWPAR. I found myself thinking "Yes, but..." and "Have you got any figures to back up that assertion?", even while I was nodding vigorously in agreement with the polemic.
Dottie, thanks for the review of the Imgard Keun - not an author I was familiar with but her books look well worth investigating.
I'm feeling quite well-read, having read 47 of the books on the Hay list. Agree with PP that's a quite a strange selection, although I like the inclusion of The Gruffalo - such a wonderful and classic children's book. There are a few there which I wish I hadn't bothered with, but The Gruffalo isn't one of those!
46. Untitled
I hope it's OK to count this as it is an actual book with covers and a couple of hundred pages long! My mum and her brother spent a couple of years collecting, translating, and privately publishing the letters sent between my grandparents and their families during WW2. They were refugees who came to London in the 30s and lived and worked there through the war. Absolutely wonderful letters including some written from air raid shelters during bombings and other such vivid insights into wartime life.
47. Reservoir 13, Jon McGregor
Much reviewed here. I think if I'd read it before the hype I would have found it more impressive - as it was, I knew that people had raved about it and perhaps expected a bit too much. Certainly an original and well-written book, but a bit low key for me.
48. Swimming Lessons, Claire Fuller
A rather gentler book than Our Endless Numbered Days. Flora is called home to Dorset to spend time with her father who has had a serious fall. Her mother disappeared twelve years previously and the book switches back and forth between Flora's narrative and a serious of old letters written by her mother, Ingrid, telling the story of her marriage and motherhood.
Fuller is good at doing clever, creative people behaving awfully to one another, but, while I did enjoy reading this, I found the characters to be overwritten. Do people in real life behave in such an eccentric, theatrical way? Not anyone that I've met, certainly. My sympathies lay firmly with the boring sister, Nan, who was left to clear up everyone's messes, both physical and emotional.