Interesting, but only occasionally fascinating. 3 stars.
The blurb: Everyone knows three things about the Women’s Institute: that they spent the war making jam; some of their members were those sensational Calendar Girls; and that slow-handclapping of Tony Blair.
But there’s so much more to this remarkable movement. With a growing membership of 200,000 women of all classes, religions and ages, it has come a long way from its early meetings. Founded in 1915, it counted among its members suffragettes, academics and social crusaders who discovered the heady power of sisterhood, changing women’s lives and their world in the process.
This book was perched on one of those devilishly tempting library display stands and caught my eye as I was on the way to check out the books I had actually gone to the library to get. Apart from having watched (and enjoyed very much) the movie Calendar Girls and having a vague awareness of their existence, I knew nothing about how the Women’s Institute or how the organisation came about, so I thought “why not?” Besides, I do try to remember to read non-fiction occasionally.