The reading life

I've had a rich life. As I browse the list of books I've read this year, I realise how truly blessed I have been. I started out trying to read more new fiction. And that has been good for me, but sometimes I am reading for comfort, something familiar and I have been doing that, too. I just finished Glare Ice by Mary Logue, and I am back in the world of Claire Watkins. How nice to know there are more books in the series if I want to visit Minnesota again in the winter. I read for atmosphere, I read winter, snowy books when the weather is cold. We got snow last night and I await a book by G.Mallory about an English village in winter. And I will probably pick up a favorite Agatha Christie, Murder at Hazelmoor sooner than later. It's a 40 cents Dell paperback copy from my Mother's collection of Agatha Christie paperbacks that I borrowed years ago. Those are comfortable too, going back to the past, and the English village again. "Backward, turn backward O time in your flight; Make me a child again just for tonight.". There's a quote on Susan Branch's blog about wishing to be a child again, never more than at Christmas, when I would always receive a pile of new books to read, and the vacation time to read them. Yes, I have had a full life of books, and a job at a library surrounded by them. Thank you, God, for my life, my family and friends.