Tag Archives: comfort reading

Lunchtime LM Montgomery: Jane of Lantern Hill

My favorite children’s book is Anne of Green Gables, hand’s down. I can’t remember when I first read it or how I came to possess the book. Presumably my mother bought it for me — I don’t think my pocket money stretched to books when I was under ten. Perhaps she bought it for me […]

On Originality and Procrastination and Fall Reading

As I write this, I am wandering around my tiny apartment in my nightgown, wrapped inside a huge grey shawl, bedraggled hair tumbling down my back like some fallen lady in a Victorian storybook. It has been a morning of trying unsuccessfully to write my personal statement for MFA applications. I am feeling small and […]

On My Love for Terry Pratchett

This is more of a note-to-self kind of post than anything else.  A list of Terry Pratchett books I’ve read, a list of ones I haven’t and overall excitement about the one I’m going to read next after stumbling upon this amazingly well-written review. Read: The Colour of Magic Equal Rites Wyrd Sisters Guards! Guards! […]

On My Eternal Crush on Neil Gaiman. Also, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

I think we all know how I feel about Neil Gaiman here. I’ve made my feelings quite clear. He writes his books longhand, responds to his Twitter and Tumblr fans (and in a real way, not some half-assed ‘my PR person made me write this’ way), has wildly curly hair and loves his dog (and […]

On The Cider House Rules and Nostalgic Recollections of My Adolescence

  Good night, you Princes of Maine, you Kings of New England. I’ve been reading The Cider House Rules. Or rather, re-reading it. Has this ever happened to you? You can’t remember actually reading a book, but as you read it becomes more and more familiar, as if this is a terrain you have crossed […]

The Power of Comfort Reading

So here’s the thing: the world of my reading is generally composed of what I call ‘comfort books’. Comfort books are the books that you reach for on days when life seems to tilt its balance and spill you over to the edge of a dark place that closely resembles fear. On days like these, […]

On the Many Ways in Which Neil Gaiman Comforts the Small, Scared Child in Me

He would go somewhere no one knew him, and he would sit in a library all day and read books and listen to people breathing. Last week, after a day of phone calls and text messages that foreboded an uncomfortable and scary disruption to my cosy world, I went online and bought the entire Harry […]