This time last year I couldn’t get enough of wintery landscapes in books. We were living in England where we’d had a magical snow-dusted December and part of January. You’d think that all that snow and hoarfrost would make a person want to escape to warmer climes in books, but for me it was just the opposite. I spent my favorite season snowed in in Iceland, Newfoundland, Maine and, this year, Russia.
Carrying on the tradition, I began reading City of Thieves while visiting family in Florida over MLK weekend. I’m sure it’s not normal to want to read about a war-torn and ice-encased Leningrad while sitting in sunny Florida. (Abnormal, though arguably the better way to experience it.) Even so, I find descriptions of cold landscapes infinitely more exotic than hot. A review to follow shortly.
How about you? Do you crave literary escapes to warmer settings in winter? And colder climates in summer? And just out of curiosity, what’s your favorite season?
(Top photo a still from the movie The Shipping News)