Autumn never quite arrived, but winter has descended early and brutally (for the desert). It was wet, rain, and very cold all weekend. It has been cold and gray all week. I have grown accustomed to winter that isn’t really winter since I moved here, so the past several days have been a bit of a shock to my system. I do not want to wake in the morning. I do not want to move when I get home. My motivation for nearly everything is shot. However, this is the perfect weather for snuggling up in blanket on the couch with a hot cup of tea, which I usually do when I get home.
Currently I am on a historical fiction kick. Ever since reading Becoming Marie Antoinette, I have been getting reacquainted with my passion for the Tudors. I have listened to Alison Weir’s The Lady Elizabeth and Innocent Traitor. I recently checked out Weir’s The Captive Queen. I know nothing about it so I may be moving out of Tudor territory. I am enjoying them very much, and the historic setting in cold climes does have me grateful for modern amenities.
However, yesterday I was thinking about winter books. More specifically, what types of books are conducive to being curled up whilst trying to stay warm? I am not really a seasonal reader save for Carl’s R.I.P. challenge. I like paranormal all year round, but it is especially fun to pick out spooky, ghostly stories for the autumn challenge.
Does one read summer books to vicariously live in warm weather? (I tried that my first hellaciously hot summer here with a winter book.) Does one read chunksters to fill the evenings? Or does one revel in it and read a book set in cold climes?
How about you, dear friends? Are you a seasonal reader? If so, do you have any wintry recommendations?
Personal photo: a mug of hot chocolate enjoyed in Lyme Regis, UK.