Some books are calling out to be read in certain places. Tara at Books and Cooks recently wrote about ‘Just Right’ books – ones which perfectly fit the time and place and mood you’re reading them in. For me, that has to include weather and setting. Tove Jansson’s A Winter Book turned out to be perfectly fitted to a windy beach in 2007; Jane Austen is wonderful in winter by the fireside. What book is perfect for a meadow in spring? Not too hot, but sunny and breezy and the sense of new life everywhere?
Suggestions, please! I’ve just started Hallucinating Foucault by Patricia Dunbar, but, good though it is, I don’t really think it qualifies.