A few years ago I took to the habit of buying a book wherever I go when I travel. I try as much as I can to buy novels written by native authors, and in most countries you can find literature in English for those few stranded tourists who’ve run out of their own stash.
The act of (sweaty) bodies combined, and the attempt to share a life with someone you love, are among the most all-consuming elements of our existence. In homage to this compulsion, over the years artists have penned countless songs, and committed reams of ink to paper, trying to capture the PERFECT love story.
Reading someone’s autobiography can go one of two ways. When I started Amy Poehler’s ‘Yes Please’ I had everything crossed. I needn’t have worried. This collection of essay-style memoirs has only made me love her more. Or wish that I was her Best Friend: Tiny Fey.
This might feel like a weird read to pick up, just as we plunge headlong into winter, but The Summer Book could be just the supçon of Scandinavian escapism you need right now. You may recognise the name of the author too, Tove Jansson wrote the Moomin books, but this is a tale for adults, despite it’s naive, almost fairytale nature.
Every time I read Uncle Montague’s Tales of Terror, I’m both afraid to put it down and to continue reading it! And invariably, I’m curiously drawn to reading it just after dark has settled, while I’m all by myself in an empty (and somehow now strangely creaky) house…
These are by far some of the most eerie and hair-raising tales I’ve ever read.