Every now and then you need to escape a bit. So this week, I’ve been hiding in the gentle and bucolic world of Angela Thirkell’s 1930s Barsetshire, a fictional county peopled with (generally well-meaning) eccentrics of all kinds, from kindly vicars with literary aspirations to overbearing dowagers with Gardens (you know, the sort of gardens that require capital letters), absent-minded authors, and poor companions who make good. Everyone is interconnected, everyone went to someone’s college at Oxford or knows someone’s cousin six times removed, the satire is keen but kind, and it’s all in good fun. So far, I’ve been through The Brandons and Wild Strawberries, and I’m moving on to one of my absolute favorites, Summer Half.
What have you been reading this week?