reading

I was recently asked which books are conjured up by each season for me. Here's my answer.
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Fall often conjures up the desire to curl up with young adult fiction such as The Chronicles of Narnia. I want to be up and adventuring, but tea and a warm corner often keep me from finding adventure outdoors. I turn to books instead. 

Winter wafts in the desire for a massive, intellectual, yet eciting book, often leading me to Jane Eyre. But, I have recently added Les Miz to my repertoire, so Victor might win out over Charlotte this year. Or perhaps Crime and Punishment...always love me some Russian novels...or perhaps a new Dickens. 

Spring I tend to read very little as I laze about, wishing I wasn't raining so I could frolic through the meadows because after all, that's what spring is for. However, having recently read Annie Dillard's Pilgrim at Tinker Creek, I believe that will become a go-to, though not any further than the fifth chapter or so where she begins to get strangely abstract and philosophical about the cosmos.

Summer brings a yearning for read-aloud sessions and I look for something that tastes delicious but still has substance. Phantom Tollbooth and Charlie and the Chocolate Factory have been perennial favorites. To my great joy and excitement, I am now also the possessor of The Man with Two Left Feet, a collection of PG Wodehouse short stories of the best caliber. There is no better read aloud literature in my opinion.