It’s time. The snow is falling. Stars twinkle cold in the icy sky. I am frozen to the bone from trudging in the drifts. Frozen but content, shaking meltwater from my hair. Getting home, pulling boots off. It’s time. The arrival of a quiet, December moment. I brew a cup of tea, balance some biscuits on the arm of the chair and settle into a wintry read…
Christmas Daysby Jeanette Winterson
This book was a Christmas gift from last year but its atmosphere seemed so suited to the quiet hush of early December that I determined to save it. I’ve read two of Winterson’s novels and appreciated her surrealism and humour, so I’m looking forward to seeing how her style translates into short stories – with he added bonus of a Christmas theme.
The Lion, The Witch & The Wardrobeby C.S. Lewis
Chloe (d.earchloe on Instagram) sent me a beautiful vintage edition of C.S. Lewis’ classic tale back in May, for my birthday. It only felt right to wait until winter before journeying through the Wardrobe into the Jadis’ snowy kingdom.
The Snow Childby Eowyn Ivey
A bewitching, snowy tale that I’ve wanted to read for a while. It is based on a Russian fairytale but transposed to the hard, wilderness of Alaska. Hoping I can pick this one up at my local library.
Sir Gawain and the Green Knight
I read this medieval tale every winter. It’s my Christmas tradition. The blend of fantasy, spiritualism and snow never fails to put me in that wintry, reflective mood.