81% done with The Flame Trees of Thika: Memories of an African Childhood

One of the more subtle things about this book I really enjoy is how much happens that you have to infer. Huxley, being just a child (though a clever one), is not party to all the important, grown-up conversation, but she can see the effects and she reads people better than most people expect a child can.

The image of the war coupled with her on the new farm and the digging of a trench is wonderful and sad, too.