A few more of my favorite flavors.
March 10, 2015 § 1 Comment
Last week I posted about my cravings for particular book flavors, and listed a few of my favorites. Here are a few more authors who didn’t make the last round…
One of the greatest tragedies of my life was the realization that I had finished all of Christie’s mysteries. I am still recovering from it. I turn to her books – the ones I’ve forgotten the endings of – when I’m craving something light and insubstantial but exciting and flavorful, something that requires a little bit of thought, but not too much, something occasionally exotic but also classic. It’s rather like the carrot and cardamom ice cream at my favorite Indian restaurant. (I don’t know why ice cream should be in a skillet. Just go with it. It’s a mystery, okay?)
Alcott’s books always leave me wanting to be a better daughter/sister/friend. They are more thoughtful and nourishing than Christie’s; fresh and wholesome and clean and satisfying, they leave me feeling lighter and more optimistic and energetic.
This book has a peculiar flavor of its own. I’ve read Villette, and glanced at The Professor, but Jane Eyre is unique even among Charlotte Bronte’s works. It’s a little like coffee, I think: strong and distinctive, rich and addictive, dark and a little bitter, but warming and comforting overall.
I’d love to hear more of your favorite flavors!