‘Tis the season! (Or getting there.) I’m re-reading an old favorite, Trisha Ashley’s Twelve Days of Christmas, which combines several of my favorite things: a stranded house party, an old manor house, a quirky cast of characters, and a perky first person narrator. And food. Lots of descriptions of food. You might want to have a mince pie or two with you while you read this book.
While I’m in a small English village sort of mood, I’m also contemplating finally starting G.M. Malliet’s Max Tudor series, beginning with Wicked Autumn, featuring an MI5 agent turned vicar in the sort of English village that never is but ought to be. I’ve been assured it’s a bit like reading a Midsomer Murders episode, but with more snark.
What have you been reading this week?