Alabama, in case anyone missed it (because you were stuck in traffic in Georgia, for example), got walloped with some winter whiteness this week. In my neck of the woods, it came mostly in the form of ice. I had some pretty impressive ice formations on my front awning:
Such things make you crave comfort foods but if you aren't stocked up, the next-best thing is a comfort book, right?
Being socked in for three days (albeit with a looming deadline) made me start thinking about comfort books--the tattered, worn books we turn to when we want something that makes us feel good, no matter how many times we read them. Books with bent spines, hot chocolate stains, and (gasp) dogged ears.
Here are my top three, in no order. Don't judge.
* The Kent Family Chronicles, by John Jakes. Don't judge, I tell you! This is the
* The Stand, by Stephen King. I say it again: Don't judge! Okay, that scene where Larry Underwood is feeling his way through a pitch-black Lincoln Tunnel full of dead people and rats? Maybe comforting isn't the right word, I'll grant you. But M-O-O-N I love this book. Okay, this will date me. A friend and I sat in a biology class passing notes back and forth as to who we'd cast in a movie of this book should one ever be made, and we agreed that the dashing young actor named Robert Redford would be a great Stu. When it got made, me and Rob were both kinda old, so
Gary Sinise did the honors.
Seriously. Don't judge.
What about you? Favorites?