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It is that time of year when my thoughts turn to the new influx of books in this house, already a home reaching it's full capacity. I imagine that one fine day the building will explode and anyone walking along our lane will be struck insensible by a flying copy of Nicholas Nickelby, or worse still the entire catalogue of PG Wodehouse will snake out and flatten a passing dachshund.
The weather helps of course, usually wet and cold, you feel the need for creature comforts, the crackle of a fire, something decent and warming to drink, curtains closed against the prevailing wind, and, if you can manage it, the gentle heartbeat of a snoozing dog as he curls around your ankles absorbing any stray warmth.
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This I know is where I am most at peace with the world, tucked away with my nose in a beautifully written book. It can be about almost anything at all as long as the style of writing appeals. I can remember the first time that I read 'Perfume' by Patrick Suskind, a highly original novel that draws you in to the world of a character on the edge of life. I recall reading it on a wintry day and being so engrossed normal life stood still for a while. Those are the books that stay with us long after we have read the last page.
I recently spied this on Annie's wonderful blog.........
Something about it appealed to me and before I could help myself our postman was delivering it from those darlings at Amazon - one day I shall attempt to work out how much of our income is actually spent on that website. Well, the book sat on the edge of my ironing board one morning as I was clearing up and before long I had made myself a coffee and just read a couple of pages as you do. Fast forward into a very late night and most of the book had been gobbled up - His poetry made me cry and Byron Rogers writing was sublime - well it beat ironing shirts!!
So after the blur of festivities at Christmas what have you popped on your Christmas list to help you through dreary January? I think I can wedge in few more recommendations before the walls start to bulge. Or perhaps you are tucked up this very weekend with a juicy little number - do tell.