So tomorrow evening my husband and I are off for an impromptu holiday at his parent’s cottage in Manitoba. Of course the first thing I had to do was pick what books I was taking!
So far (after pulling two big stacks of books off my bookshelves and then putting half of them back) I’ve settled on Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, since I’ve been rereading them all this year, and a few fun books including an Agatha Christie, I Capture the Castle, The Brontes Went to Woolworths and my two new Persephones that I got for my birthday (and then forgot to write about): Tea With Mr. Rochester and Good Evening, Mrs. Craven. They are so coolly elegant in dove-grey I must take them with me whether I’m in an early 20th century short story mood or not.* I’m thinking of adding maybe a Victorian novel into the mix too (even though the odds of me reading them all in five days is zip) since Wives and Daughters is turning out so sweet and enjoyable, but not sure what. Perhaps ought to go with a Bronte novel, given my other reading choices above, but the ones by Charlotte I have left to read (Shirley, Villette, The Professor) don’t seem much fun. Neither does George Eliot. Maybe Vanity Fair or Cranford. Just in case. Any suggestions for fun light-hearted holiday reading Victorian novels? (I’ve already read Wilkie Collins this year, so probably not that and I don’t like Dickens much. But otherwise…? Historical Victorian novels count too.)
[*Last Saturday Claire of The Captive Reader and I had a mini Calgary book bloggers meet-up. We both brought a lovely Persephone book along as a way of spotting each other! It was wonderful to talk about obscure British books and trips to London and Paris and which Austen characters our parents are like and so much more! It’s lovely to find someone in my currently cowboy ridden city who shares so many interests, that book blogging and maybe Persephone books in particular, can bring people you’ve never met before and wouldn’t have met otherwise, but automatically get along with, together. Hopefully I’ve phrased that coherently as it is past midnight!]
I don’t know if I’ll be blogging much for the next week or just sitting back and enjoying the slow sweet pace of Wives and Daughters. I really don’t know why I didn’t read it sooner (I’d seen the miniseries and thought I knew the story and needn’t bother. Shocking I know.) but at least I get to relax into it now.