I’ve still been reading my way through the rediscovered books tossed up by the move, among them:
— Alexandra Raife, Belonging.
The old family homestead in the Highlans has been turned into a hotel and it’s up to Rebecca to rescue it when her feckless cousin Tony leaves wife and hotel in the lurch to run off with another woman. I love books about hotels and bed and breakfasts, everyone pulling together to make everything work and learning about themselves in the meantime.
— Valerie Fitzgerald, Zemindar.
This is another old favorite (I’m very concerned about the health of my elderly copy), set in India around the upheavals of 1857. In good Victorian fashion, it’s told in the first person, as our redoubtable narrator finds herself embroiled in the siege of Lucknow. I’m now having urges to go read M.M. Kaye’s Shadow of the Moon— but that might be 1857 overkill.
What have you been reading?