It's just a little too warm here to do more than read or think about reading. I was going to write about the books I've been dipping into this past week or so, but I don't think I have the energy, so this is going to be an interactive post of sorts.
Although I am in the midst of a number of really great stories (have already started a couple of my RIP reads and am nearing the end of a few other really good books--I'll share more about those later), there is always one corner of my brain that is already thinking ahead to the next book. You know how much of a mood reader I tend to be, so this is the story that has been forming in my mind that I want to read.
Contemporary (or 20th century anyway....and wasn't I just looking for a good historical novel....hmm). Maybe a family drama--something along the lines of a comedy of errors.
Nothing too terribly dark or dramatic.
Not a war story.
A dash of romance is okay.
What I have in mind is something along the lines of a book by Dorothy Whipple (though a little less melancholic) or something like Family Roundabout by Richmal Crompton of The Fortnight in September by R.C. Sherriff or maybe even Greenery Street by by Denis Mackail (is there a pattern here...a Persephone-like story?). I could reread one of these books, but with so many unread books out there, something new would be nice.
I wouldn't mind a story set in a crumbling mansion. Or a country house manor? A cottage?
So far the books that have come to mind are The Young Clementina by D.E. Stevenson and Consider the Lily by Elizabeth Buchan. Has anyone read either? I have yet to read D.E. Stevenson, but I hear she is very good.
I know I am a little weird, but sometimes thinking about reading, the anticipation of a possible new book, is a pleasure all its own.
Suggestions welcome. I think I will kick back, put my feet up and peruse a pile of possible reads.
**I think the painting above is most definitely not a tropical beach! The weather here is very tropical at the moment with little relief in sight. I was hoping my upcoming long weekend would be pleasant and coolish, but apparently I am not going to be so lucky. The temperatures for the next couple of days here are projected to be very close to 100F/38C (and that is not even the 'feels like temperature which will be even hotter and more unpleasant--icky sticky).
Then again, maybe I should pick a book set somewhere cold. Maybe even the Arctic. Or at least a country house novel set in the colder North of England or during winter!
By the way, I have often thought how fun it would be to compile a book made up of lists of readalikes or thematic lists of types of stories . . . Maybe someday I will and that is how I will make my millions. If only.