I know it isn’t quite the end of the month yet but there is no way that I can see myself finishing my current book in the next couple of days so while the kids are out enjoying the snow I thought I would quickly pop up this last book post of the year.
So first up was Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine by Gail Honeyman which I absolutely loved. So much so in fact that it made it into my best reads of the year post (which you can read here in case you missed it earlier this month!) It is one of those books that I have seen being recommended time and again this year and with good reason. It is probably the most moving book I have read all year and Eleanor the main character will always have a place in my heart. As the story unfolds you slowly piece together how she survived her childhood and see her learn how to finally live as an adult. That makes it sound rather dark but I promise you that it is as brave and funny as it is devastating. It made me laugh and cry. A lot. Absolutely brilliant book.
Next is The Great Gatsby by F Scott Fitzgerald which needs no explanation really. Sometimes a girl needs to fall in love with Mr Jay Gatsby all over again. Well I know I do. In fact Timehop reminded me that I read it about this time last year too. It is one of the very few books that I have reread. I couldn’t tell you how many times I have read it over the years I have honestly lost count but my love for it never ever wanes. Definitely one of my favourite all time books and my ultimate comfort read.
I always promise myself that I will seek out a month of Christmassy reads for December but never quite get around to it. I should really plan ahead next year and squirrel them away but I did manage to read Christmas at Little Beach Street Bakery by Jenny Colgan. I hadn’t realised that there was a third book in this series never mind a Christmas one but I managed to find a second hand copy after a friend recommended it to me earlier in the month. I loved the first book in this series but have to admit that by the second, the whole puffin storyline was wearing a little thin but it was nice to read this third (and final?) book. It really was like picking up where I left off with old friends. Although I have to say that it wasn’t quite as Christmassy as I had hoped. It was set at Christmas don’t get me wrong, and there was snow and a dramatic birth of a baby and everything, but it somehow lacked a little sparkle for me. Perfectly lovely book though I do like Jenny Colgan as a writer.
And last but by no means least was A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens. It has become a bit of a tradition for me to dig this out every year and I absolutely love it. For me, this story is what Christmas is all about. It is without doubt one of the greatest stories ever told and scarily, it is as important today as it was when it was written in 1843. There is no doubt an element of comfort in reading a story that you know so very well but it is much more than that. In that last chapter when Scrooge wakes up happy to be alive and desperate to make amends, it makes my heart soar quite like nothing else. The words positively race off the pages and I guess the real comfort is in hoping that there will be a better future. Not just for Scrooge but for all of mankind. We need that hope in 2017 more than ever, don’t you think? Anyway, definitely one to read if you haven’t already. I actually found an antique copy for Mr Mostly’s Christmas stocking this year and he was over the moon. All the brownie points for me! Ha!
So that was me for this month and indeed, this year. I have read forty eight books in total in 2017 and there have been some absolute crackers. I never set out to read a certain number of books in a year, to me it doesn’t matter if you read 10 or 110 as long as you enjoy them. I have just fallen into the rather lovely habit of always having a book on the go which I never thought I would be able to do again. It was years before I read properly after having children, I could never find the time or when I did, would simply be too exhausted to concentrate on a book. Now I average a book a week and I’m happy with that. I’ve come across book bloggers who seem to care more about ‘the numbers’ than the stories themselves and I hate that. Reading is not a competitive sport for me. Anyway, I’m rambling. What I’m trying to say is that for those of you that are maybe not reading as much as you would like right now, your time will come. And in the meantime, just enjoy the ones that you can. And tell me all about them so I can read them too! Ha!