With the hubbub of the holidays behind me, I am ready to curl up
with a hot cup of tea and read some of the books that have been
waiting for me, stacked on my desk for the last month.
The Long Valley, John Steinbeck. A collection of his classic short
stories, first published in 1938. This one was a Christmas gift.
The Three Graces, Elizabeth Wix. Yes, the same lovely lady in
our own bloggyhood; a charming novel about three young English
women just out of boarding school and ready to embrace their adult
lives. I also just purchased a copy of her Jane in Winter, a story
for older children set in the 1950's. I haven't read this one yet, but
it looks absolutely magical!
American Bloomsbury, Susan Cheever. An intriguing book about
the genius authors of Concord, MA and how their lives connected.
Actually, I just finished this one. Excellent book.
The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society,
Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows. A novel written as a series
of letters in post war 1946. This one's overdue at the library and I
haven't started it yet. Oops. My fine is going to be outrageous.
I wonder how the book got to Guernsey? Perhaps
there is some secret sort of homing instinct in books
that brings them to their perfect readers. How
delightful if that were true. Because there is nothing
I would rather do than rummage through bookshops...
from The Guernsey Lieterary and Potato Peel Pie Society
photo of Ms. Wix shamelessly lifted and cropped from Daryl