We’ve been House of Plague over here (who knew that kids could combine strep throat with two separate viruses? It’s like a disease cocktail with a phlegm chaser), so I’ve been doing some comfort reading.
After finishing up T. Kingfisher’s wonderful pseudo-medieval fantasy road trip Clockwork Boys (there are technically two books, but they read like one, so I’m just counting them as one long book, inconveniently broken up in the middle), I fell back on an old favorite, Nancy Mitford’s Don’t Tell Alfred, which gloriously sends up the Brits, French, Americans, and, really, just about everyone in all their absurdity in 1950s France. Our heroine’s husband (remember Fanny, from In Pursuit of Love and Love in a Cold Climate?) is unexpectedly appointed British ambassador to France, and, naturally, mishaps and hilarity ensue. It pairs well with a cup of very heavily honeyed lemon-y tea and a NyQuil induced haze.
Next, I plan to move on to a fantasy novel recommended by my best friend, who has never yet recommended me wrong– more on that next week.
What have you been reading this week?
Oh, and if you haven’t seen it yet, guess what? The Summer Country has made it to the semi-final round of the Goodreads Choice Awards! If you’ve read Summer Country and feel like lobbing in a vote (which would be so very much appreciated!) you can find the link here. Voting ends on Sunday.
Happy weekend, all!