![]() I’ve never understood the appeal of jigsaw puzzles, but a literary puzzle is perfect. The opening line- I write this sitting in the kitchen sink-draws you into a world you won’t want to leave. ![]() But now is the time for feelgood.Īnd if you’re a sucker for a castle and an eccentric, impoverished family, this vintage book by Dodie Smith (author of The 101 Dalmatians) will capture your imagination. I’m an eclectic reader the rest of the year-embracing tropes, classics, small press sleepers, splashy bestsellers. It’s virtually Paleo.īook choice is paramount. You are respecting your circadian rhythms the way the cave women did. Or hiding under the quilt the moment dusk threatens, your Paperwhite’s warmest back light on. Specifically, comfort reading: in your softest armchair, with a mug of the strongest coffee. The one thing January is good for is reading. ![]() As for my birthday-since I hit double figures, the novelty’s worn off. Getting nasty power and credit card bills, and nastier head colds. In reality, January in Britain means heavy gray clouds always either promising or delivering a downpour. ![]() This is my favorite time of year.īut I was lying through my wonky English teeth. You can keep your summers, I told people. January is also my birthday month so I did my best to convince myself. Yay for polar blue winter skies, new year’s resolutions, fresh starts, cozy nights in, with a clear, alcohol-free head. My whole life, I’ve pretended that I love January. ![]()
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