In my short hiatus, I have taken to rereading some old, comfortable, and familiar favorites. Jan Karon’s Mitford Series always soothes an internal tempest. Dorothea Benton Frank’s “The Christmas Pearl” is a delight at the holidays, and leaves me wishing I possessed some Christmas Magic. Arthur C. Clarke’s “Childhood’s End” reminds me that even at one’s sunset, there is beauty on which to reflect.
As true as a lover’s shoulder, as pure as a child’s delight, and as enticing as a beautifully wrapped gift, these treasures never fail me.
As we enter the holiday season, dearest reader and friend, may your days be merry and bright. I will bring forth new reviews, new words with which to play, and always my own insights into this crazy reading world in the new year.