I love September mornings — cool and misty, with the sound of school buses in the distance.
I do not love getting up at 5:30 on a September morning when it’s still dark out because one little girl is teething again and the other is pretending to be a baby again and demanding a pacifier. This is after waking up at 1:30 and 3:30 respectively for the same reasons. So now it’s 7:40 and we’ve all been up for over two hours and I’m feeling a bit more awake and able to reassemble the post I tried to write last night, about books.
I think it’s safe to say that all the McSisters are readers, having come from a house full of books and reading, and we have similar tastes, especially when it comes to perennial favorites and what I call “comfort reads.”
To me, a comfort read is a novel written by a middle-aged British woman and set between London and Scotland, or perhaps Cornwall, which features lots of cozy cottages, open fires, gardening, loyal dogs, and tea in large kitchens at scrubbed tables next to a toasty Aga. The action revolves around a wise, tweedy older woman and some sort of property inheritance, with a side story of young love. My favorite author of such works is Rosamunde Pilcher (and Coming Home is my favorite of her books) but Marcia Willett is a good substitute in a pinch, and many Maeve Binchy books serve a similar purpose, if you can ignore certain attitudes towards the Church.
Two stand-alone novels that I’ve read in the past few years (and re-read, which is the true test!) have proved worthy of the British Comfort Books category. The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society, by Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows, is a wonderful epistolary novel set in the Guernsey Islands after WWII; and Major Pettigrew’s Last Stand, by Helen Simonson, is a unlikely love story between a stodgy old British gent and an Indian woman (or maybe Pakistani). I know Mimi has enjoyed these two as well, and if you’re a fan of British Comfort I highly recommend checking them out!
Of course this list could be a lot longer, and accompanied by a list of good BBC dramas, but you get the gist, and maybe some of my McSisters can fill in the blanks while I figure out why my youngest is now naked. Happy Wednesday!