Monday, 2 May 2011

my mother's books

Every spring when the ground thaws and green buds appear as if by magic on trees and shrubs, my mother reads Mary Stewart's Thornyhold. These two events are so intertwined for me that I am not sure if it is spring that sparks the reading or the reading that sparks spring. Last week, I moved back to my hometown and back to my parents' Victorian house, a house that is peopled by my mother's eclectic reading collection. This collection has of course grown and evolved with our family, but the books of Mary Stewart, Victoria Holt, and Rosamunde Pilcher have been with us for as long as I can remember.