two lovely reviews, petty theft & chicken soup books
This is a new, strange and wonderful experience – sending a book out into the world and finding… readers there. I know, seems obvious, yes, must have been in my mind when I wrote the book. Of course you hope your manuscript will be published, and that it will be read. And yet the feeling that someone has read what you wrote and connected with it is amazing.
Silverfish mentions beautiful Anne with an ‘e’, and it reminded me that when I was in year 12, I borrowed the school library’s fossilised copy of ‘Anne of the Island’ And Never Returned It!
I was only the other day telling some people that I wasn’t a kid who ever stole stuff. Conveniently forgetting about this shameful incident. Okay – worse – I didn’t even feel ashamed. It was falling to bits; it had to be on the deaccession list, didn’t it? Surely I was ‘rescuing’ it? No one ever sent me an overdue notice… And the reason I kept it is that it was such a comfort read.
Yes, even when I was a terribly mature year 12 person reading weighty texts and enjoying them – this was a snuggle book. It’s the one (spoiler alert) in which Anne and Gilbert finally get together. Rereading it in year 12 was the equivalent of chicken soup. Healing, soothing, yummy. I haven’t looked at it for years, but this afternoon I opened it at a random point about three quarters of the way through, and I was howling within a page. Very satisfying. (nb have edited this post – had reference to ‘sex’ re Anne and Gilbert, and it felt so wrong, like talking about ‘lifestyle’ in relation to Jane Austen…)
What are your favourite comfort books? Your sooky rereads?