There is something about winter (even winter in LA) that makes me want to revisit the coziest books I can think of and read them again and again under bundles of covers. Right now I want to get ahold of Tumble Tower (by the prolific and usually adult-oriented Anne Tyler) about a princess so messy that her royal family declares her a disgrace to the kingdom. But what if the mess is what saves them all? A good children's book hinges on a perfect metaphor and, ultimately, teaching the acceptance of difference. Even a grown ass woman can use a bit of that.
I've probably mentioned before that I have a lot of trouble falling asleep at night, and as such, like to re-read books because I find that reading predictable writing is soothing. I'm not staying up til 2 am because I HAVE TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT (I already know, because I read it before). Laurie Colwin's novels are, even at first read, quite gentle. They are fascinating and beautiful because they look deep inside the minds and emotions of their protagonists; not because they hinge on shocking plot twists. Colwin died far too young, and A Big Storm Knocked It Over was published posthumously, but it might be my favorite one of hers. It it, she writes about the big subjects—love, friendship, marriage, motherhood—with such satisfying honesty. It's a deeply comforting book.