I’ve featured more books on here over the last few weeks than I have in the past four years since starting The Ordinary Lovely. Some of it is probably due to the nights drawing in and spending more time indoors rather than in the garden but a lot of it has to do with the boys spending weekends playing nicely together and not yelling for me to ‘tell him to stop’ every five minutes. It’s been a revelation. Long may this sibling harmony continue. It’s an unusual situation in this house and I’m loving it. So, here are some of my favourite recent reads, all to do with joy and happiness. Two things, along with children who get along, that we could all do with a bit more of in our lives, right?
Ask me my favourite book, and I might smugly shrug and utter the name of some rather obscure French title I suffered through at university.
Très impressionnnant, non?
Raise your eyebrows at me, and I'd probably wrinkle my nose and say,
'Okay, Philip Pullman's His Dark Materials trilogy'.
These are books I genuinely do love despite having memories of sobbing on a flight from Manchester to Zürich and having to stop myself from wailing out loud,
'No Lyra, don't leave Pan. Please don't leave, Pan. Don't leeeeeeeeave him, Lyra!'
It started with Bunty, and then came Mandy, Jackie was altogether more sophisticated, but none could compare to Just Seventeen, especially when you were actually thirteen. I grew up reading magazines, heading to the library to leaf through them when my mum refused to buy me any more, and I still find them an absolute treat even now. I no longer buy DVDs preferring to download films, all my music is on iCloud, and my house is mostly devoid of books with everything I read safely stored on my iPad. But magazines? Nothing beats holding an actual magazine in your hand. Studying the cover, folding down the corner of a page with a particularly enticing recipe or a 'must-buy' dress, or having a good old soak and reading about desert islands and distant shores.