Are you a reader?
I grew up in a house of books; obscure and familiar, high-brow and low-brow, trashy and treasured. An egalitarian wall of bookshelves meant that there was always something to read, and new discoveries to be made. The collated volumes of the Encyclopedia Brittanica informed numerous homework assignments, Judy Blume navigated me through adolescence and later a diverse collection of philosophers fuelled my existential angst and earned me a university degree. Even now whenever we come together as a family, someone will always ask on the first evening ‘what are you reading at the moment?’.
Discovering new authors is always a joy; exhausting the works of others always a sombre moment; Nora Ephron and Carol Shields feature prominently in my collection.
This Christmas and New Year break, I seized the chance to catch up on some great reads, old and new. The Rocks and Fates and Furies were novels I’d read rave reviews of and which didn’t disappoint; both span decades and navigate the intricacies of marriage and friendship. As a contrast, Julia Child’s autobiography of her years living in Paris and discovering – nay, Mastering! – the art of French cooking was a mesmerising read and made me immediately want to relocate to France and change career (p.s. have you seen this film? I watch it again and again…).
I was given some beautiful books for Christmas, including this one…
I’m smitten – and also completely outclassed – by the beautiful, complex recipes and preparations outlined in The French Laundry Cookbook, which is essentially a coffee-table cookbook, if such an idea were not intrinsically absurd. Most of the cookbooks I read end in phrases like ‘… Made Simple’ or begin with ‘How to Cheat at…’, so this was a delicious and aspirational read. Apart from posing with the book above, I have so far only mastered the important step of learning how to fold a napkin with a clothes peg, of which I am very proud. Sauces and soufflés can wait for the springtime. Or maybe never. We’ll see.
Another gift; this gorgeous interiors book which celebrates imperfect homes and the contrast of old and new; flawed and smooth. It’s made me wander thooughtfully around the house and move things around, to the great consternation of my husband, who finds nothing where he expects it to be these days. ‘Wabi-sabi‘ I whisper to him confidently as I waft past. ‘Transcience is the essence of beauty’. I would best describe his expression as Unconvinced. Two other recent, covetable reads; this book on colour which makes me want to paint my walls a deep, inky blue, and this one by stylist Sibella Court that’s an escapist work of art in itself.
The last book I bought – two copies in fact – I haven’t yet read. Harry and I have a new tradition; whenever I am travelling for work, I send him an iphone audio clip each day of me reading a chapter from a new story book, so that he can listen at bedtime each night, hearing my voice and following along at home under the covers. It connects us and spans the distance of oceans and timezones. Last time we read Jeremy Thatcher: Dragon Catcher (boys and pet dragons; what could be better?) and this time it will be James and the Giant Peach. I’m looking forward to it as much as he is…
But now I need a new novel; my bedside pile is running low. What are you reading right now; do you have any recommendations?
p.s. The ten most beautiful libraries in the world; I want to visit them all…
p.p.s. Top photo of Nigella Lawson in her library at home c.James Merrell for House and Garden 2004; all others my own.
Have a wonderful week!