This morning I was wondering what to read next. I finished reading Portrait of an Unknown Woman by Vanora Bennett yesterday, and have almost finished The Gourmet by Muriel Barbery, and think I need a change. Maybe it’s time for an autobiography or a biography. I have several to choose from, some I’ve had for years and one that I picked up recently at a bookstall at the local village fair.
Should I read this latest one – Great Meadow: an EvocationÂ by Dirk Bogarde? I couldn’t resist the cover of this book and remembered that I’d enjoyed another autobiographicalÂ book by Bogarde many years ago. WhenÂ I read the opening words in the Author’s Note at the beginning of the book I knew I wanted to read this one too:
An evocation, this, of the happiest days of my childhood: 1930 – 34. The world was gradually falling apart all around me, but I was serenely unaware. I was not, alas, the only ostrich. (page vii)
Or maybe I’ll start Slipstream: a MemoirÂ by Elizabeth Jane Howard, or Eden’s Outcasts: the story of Louisa May Alcott and her FatherÂ by John Matteson. Or do I fancy reading Mary Queen of Scots by Alison Weir, or Shakespeare by Peter Ackroyd, or The Day Gone By by Richard Adams (he wrote Watership Down and The Girl on the Swing, amongst other books)?Â Maybe The Mitfords: Letters between Six Sisters edited by Charlotte Mosely. I could go on and on.
Choices, choices! Deciding what to read next is sometimes so difficult, but it’s always enjoyable.