Seasons of Books

“If you want your children to be intelligent, read them fairy tales. If you want them to be more intelligent, read them more fairy tales.” — Albert Einstein

Last Christmas, the one where we were not living in a Kafka-esque nightmare, I started to read aloud chapter books to Nomi and Zoey. They had complained that their picture books at bedtime were not long enough. Fantastic I thought, let’s start digging into longer books, and it’s been a brilliant year of reading aloud.

Not only do we have books to chat about but I’ve seen the language and stories from the pages transfer to the girls imaginative play.


We’ve read:

  • The BFG by Roald Dahl
  • Danny Champion of the World by Roald Dahl
  • The Magic Finger by Roald Dahl*
  • James and the Giant Peach by Roald Dahl*
  • The Mouse on the Motorcycle by Beverly Cleary
  • Runaway Ralph by Beverly Cleary
  • Ralph S. Mouse by Beverly Cleary
  • Comet in Moominland by Tove Jansson
  • Finn Family Moomintroll by Tove Jansson
  • Tales from Moominvalley by Tove Jansson
  • Moominvalley in November by Tove Jansson
  • Pippi Longstocking by Astrid Lindgred*
  • The Penderwicks by Jeanne Birdsall
  • The Waterhorse by Dick King Smith
  • The Queen’s Nose by Dick King Smith*
  • Clementine by Sara Pennypacker
  • The Talented Clementine by Sara Pennypacker
  • Clementine’s Letter by Sara Pennypacker
  • A Bear Called Paddington by Michael Bond
  • Letters From Paddington by Michael Bond
  • The Enchanted Wood by Enid Blyton*
  • Up the Faraway Tree by Enid Blyton*
  • The Folk of the Faraway Tree by Enid Blyton*
  • The Magic Faraway Tree by Enid Blyton*

Anything with an * means we’ve read it at least three times, and will probably be read multiple times in 2017.

Not all my picks have gone well, these are the books we stopped reading due to peril or slowness of the plot.

No doubt we’ll try them again in a year or so. It’s not a race or a competition. We just want to fill our lives with stories, if that means a few wrong turns then so be it, and if that means reading the same books over and over again that’s cool too.


What I read: August and September 

Hello, my friends. I’d love to tell you that my blogging silence has been because I’ve been reading all the books but I’ve just been knackered. I emerge from the summer and early fall slightly less knackered. Is it the yoga, is it the iron supplements or is it having had a visit from my mum?

Anyway, books. Way back in August I reset the font on my kindle to a dyslexic font and it is the bees knees. So much easier to read that in August I read three books! 

  • Deep South by Paul Theroux
  • Journey to Munich by Jacqueline Winspear
  • At Betram’s Hotel by Agatha Christie 

All three were excellent in their own ways. Come September I started Battle Cry Freedom, and I’m still reading it. I ended up alternating chapters of BCF and Nemisis by Agatha Christie. So far on my reading of all the Miss Marples this one is my favorite, mainly because Miss Marple has to content with a nasty case of mansplaining. 

On the audiobook front I finished A Career of Evil by Robert “JK Rowling”Galbraith and Soul of an Octopus by Sy Montgomery. I got the octopus book because of my two not-so-little octonauts, and I was practically in tears. Octopuses are so smart, and love escaping. I won’t look at them in the aquarium in quite the same light. 

What I read: July 

Only two books read in July, but that’s way better than reading no books! 

I made it to the Carribean with Miss Marple and The Carribean Mystery, and hung out with a sanitation worker in The Bees by Laline Paull. The Bees is a weird and wonderful novel set in a hive with the hierarchy of bees. 

On the audiobook front I’m still hanging on to Strike and listened to The Silkworm. Love catching all the clues the second time around. 

What I read: June

I had a really bad Cormoran Strike hangover in June. Real bad. As soon as I finished reading ‘Career of Evil’ I started listening to the audiobook of ‘Cuckoo’s Calling’. That was my audiobook for June. Loved it! 

My reading hangover was so bad I only read Bill Bryson’s ‘Notes From a Small Island’ which was a delight. Bryson is so naughty. Nails the small island perfectly but he’s a wag. 

So it cured me of my hangover and I was raring to read again come July which was good because this month has been a hot, gloopy mess. 

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