Yet another post but this time not involving tents.

[stellar_muddle]

Things you would think that I would have learned before now:
Don't store Milkybars in your trouser pocket.

So, what are the old favourite books that you go back to and curl up with? The comfort, old friend books. Not necessarily the ones you recommend to friends, but the ones for a beanbag in front of a roaring fire on a rainy day. They may not get dragged out more than once or twice in 5 years, but you always go back to them. The literary equivalent of a snuggly old housecoat and slippers.

Currently have cravings for Louisa May Alcott and L.M. Montgomery* - have some on e-book (yay Project Guttenburg) but it is not quite the same as curling up with a well worn paper copy. I left most of them behind in NZ, and 3 and a bit years is just long enough to start missing them.

* More the latter than the former as LMA could get amazingly preachy in some of her non Little Women ones. Though she did write the blood and thunder lurid short stories she had Jo give up on.

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[alpha-angel.livejournal.com]

I always go back to Mercedes Lackey, or *hanging her head shamefully* Laurell K Hamilton, or David Eddings.

[stellar-muddle.livejournal.com]

Appart from LKH, the other two would probably be on the list when in easy reach. Though I will reread the LKH (popcorn), it is not on my comfort list.

I also left the Mercedes Lackey collection in NZ. Sold off the Eddings, but it had been far longer since they had been reread.