The nice thing about long airport delays is that they do provide plenty of time for reading. Here’s what I’ve been reading this week:
— Beatriz Williams, A Hundred Summers.
Beautifully written, thought-provoking, heart-warming… I can keep going. I loved this book. It’s a pitch-perfect glimpse into the world of New York’s elite in the 1930s, with a heroine who manages to be genuinely nice without being a doormat.
— J.R.R. Tolkein, The Hobbit.
This was part of my stocking loot, which was a very good thing, since I would never have thought of buying it for myself, since it falls into the category of “things I once read and think I remember”. It was definitely worth the re-read, a good, old-fashioned adventure story with its rather unlikely hero.
— Caroline Stafford, The House By Exmoor.
Gothic fun from last week’s care package. This fell into genus narrativus first-personus/ Victorianus/ impoverished-gentlewomanus. Or, in other words, of the lineage of Victoria Holt. A lady of good family forced by her father’s improvidence to hire out as a companion, a cursed house, a brooding master, a slightly demented housekeeper, strange warnings of sinister doom…. Who could ask for anything more?
— Andrea Parnell, Dark Splendor.
Right now I’m dithering between more care package (there is a Victoria Holt, one of the historical Elsie Lees, a Barbara Pym, and a Carla Kelly) and a few advance copies of upcoming books.
What have you been reading this week?