Haworth Parsonage stood on the edge of the Yorkshire Moors like a rock in a tempest.
Inside its cheerless rooms, six delicate children dreamed their wild and shining fantasies, bound together by a mutual passion for literature and for their beloved moors.
Later, when only Charlotte, Emily, Anne and Branwell remained,they were forced by poverty to emerge from the privacy Haworth to earn their living. For the sisters, the experience – sometimes bitter and humiliating – set them free to write their extraordinary novels. For the brother, it meant ruin.
( from the sleeve, pbk 404 pages )