This was the view during the big storm the other day. The worst of it passed us by, and my grateful thanks to the storm gods.
I wage a continuous battle with depression during the winter months, and surprisingly, March is the worst month.
The best defence is my habit as a used- book junkie; I've collected an arsenal of favorites to get me through.
My mainstays are three authors that I cherish:
Janet Evanovich is worth her weight in doughnuts on a freezing day. Any day will do actually. I am guaranteed a few deep-from-the-boots roars of laughter.
There is a troubling side effect--those aforementioned doughnuts. Her Stephanie Plum character is a junk foodie and I'm not far behind, so my junk input increase while I'm immersed in Stephanie's adventures.
Ross Thomas is a different kettle of fish. He is the sleek marlin type. He's been dead a few years and his work endures. Witty, wry and intelligent fiction with a political background. Lovely.
Another can't- do-without is Robert B. Parker, who died last year and I felt deep pangs of loss. His Spenser novels are delightful and he slyly slips in an English lesson or two while he's at it.
At first I believed the onset of winter was a good time to hunker down to read, "War and Peace," but trust me, it's a downer.
So there you are. today I am reading number 10 in the Stephanie Plum series and spring is on the horizon--okay, still quite far away but we're gaining on it and I have a delicious pile of books yet to re-read.
Along with the odd garden catalogue.
