For all kinds of reasons, this week has felt like very hard work, and on Tuesday night after work, what I really, really wanted was a huge coffee and a chocolate croissant. The only problem was that I try not to drink coffee (even decaf) after about 4pm and I avoid gluten as much as possible as well. What I really wanted, of course, was something comforting. Something reassuring and familiar and warm to bury myself in.
So I did what all good librarians do in my position: I went to the library.
It’s possible that I may have got a bit carried away. This tends to happen when I visit the library in that sort of state of mind. Books! Free books! What’s not to like? Sometimes in this sort of mood, I end up with a lot of things that I feel I ‘ought’ to read, and I end up returning them unread. Often they’re unread and late, at which point my ‘free’ books become a bit more expensive (I can’t be the only librarian who constantly owes library fines, can I?)
This time, I chose things specifically for their comfort value. Old friends of titles and authors that made me happy even as they made my shoulder hurt. I can’t wait for someone to invent lightweight paper!
This is the title I chose to kick off with (propped up against the sort of weightier tomes that I’m more used to dealing with!) It’s a light-hearted romp of a detective story, very knowing, well-written and incredibly easy to read. And the best thing is, there are at least 4 more in the series!
Definitely cheaper and better for me than a visit to my favourite cafe. Anyone else have a favourite comfort-read?