I’m off home at the end of the week (weather permitting), and now that I can drive, I have the unusual luxury of not having to worry about how heavy my luggage is. This means I can take a stack of books – hooray!
I’ve put aside the following books which will be travelling 300 miles with me this Christmas:
Muriel Spark: The Biography, by Martin Stannard
Nourishment, by Gerard Woodward
Jane Eyre, by Charlotte Bronte
Ours are the Streets, by Sunjeev Sahota
A Walk on the Wild Side, by Nelson Algren
Someone at a Distance, by Dorothy Whipple
They are mostly chunksters that I’ve been looking forward to sinking my teeth into. I’ve just started to read Jane Eyre, and have a romantic vision of myself curled up with a book just like the heroine, protected from the winter weather outside:
“Folds of scarlet drapery shut in my view to the right hand; to the left were the clear panes of glass, protecting, but not separating me from the drear November day. At intervals, while turning over the leaves of my book, I studied the aspect of that winter afternoon. Afar, it offered a pale blank of mist and cloud; near, a scene of wet lawn and storm-beat shrub, with ceaseless rain sweeping away wildly before a long and lamentable blast.”
What books are you planning to read over the holiday?