Ann Veronica

By: Wells, H. G.

Mr. Stanley forbids his adult daughter, a biology student at Tredgold Women's College and the youngest of his five children, to attend a fancy dress ball in London, causing a crisis. Ann Veronica is planning to attend the dance with friends of a down-at-heel artistic family living nearby and has been chafing at other restrictions imposed for no apparent reason on her. After her father resorts to force to stop her from attending the ball, she leaves her home in the fictional south London suburb of Morningside Park in order to live independently in an apartment "in a street near the Hampstead Road" in North London. Unable to find appropriate employment, she borrows forty pounds from Mr. Ramage, an older man, without realizing she is compromising herself...

• Format: Paperback
• Language: English
• ISBN: 165869760X
• ISBN13: 9781658697606
• Release Date: January 1
• Publisher: Independently Published
• Length: 346 Pages
• Weight: 1.12 lbs.
• Dimensions: 0.8" x 6.0" x 9.0"

Customer Reviews

"Why can't they be like we were perfect in every way?"

"What's the matter with kids today?" Lyrics from "Bye Bye Birdie" Ann Veronica "Vee," asks the question "why can't a woman be like a man" and sets out to find out why. She discovers all sorts of men, some stuffy and some devious. She may one day stumble over the perfect man; she will never find me. She tries to be independent and is thwarted at every turn; that is until she realizes there are better things to do than just compete. We get to grow with Vee and go through several long dissertations, Ayn Rand style, over political freedom, love, equality, and whatnot. All the talk loses its way and with dumb luck returns to the story. We are treated to a travelogue and scratch ourselves with a long talk about the prison dingies. Just as it starts to get interested the story stops dead in the middle of a thought. The story is ok, and some of the subjects brought up are still relevant today. However, if you look a little closer at the story, as with much fiction is just a venue to express H. G.’s concept of free love. The illustrated versions do not illustrate anything interesting.