Thoroughly Alive

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Books for Comfort

In the past two weeks I've gone home to beloved Colorado and flown back to merry old England, I've bought a wedding dress, written a paper, packed up most of my belongings, and carted three suitcases, the dress, and myself across the Atlantic. I've also reveled in long afternoons with my girls, pondered the adventurous (and mysterious) future, planned surprise parties, and danced with my sister and mom in the rain. All of which leaves me, on this golden and blue Oxford afternoon, glad and exhausted and definitely without a sentence to string coherently together. So instead, I offer a rather humorous quip I found this morning as I was poking about in search of literary comfort. This from my oh-so-beloved Elizabeth Goudge:

Humanity can be roughly divided into three sorts of people – those who find comfort in literature, those who find comfort in personal adornment, and those who find comfort in food.

This really tickled me. I think I fit all three categories, though I proved her point by turning to a book for comfort for my ragged brain.

What sort are you?

And what have you recently read for comfort? (I love knowing the novels people return to again and again!)

I'll publish my own official list of comfort books soon...