In this season of long, cold evenings, there is nothing like revisiting an old favorite classic. The Bronte~Austen cycle continues.

Wintertime readings...

I love having time in winter to settle in with books. Here are a couple I've enjoyed over the cold evenings...

Ahab's Wife by Sena Jeter Naslund is a lyrical book. I had seen it for years, and finally bought it this winter. 

"I have ever feared the weathervane in me. Sometimes I point toward Independence, isolation. Sometimes I rotate - my back to Independence - and I need and want my friends, my family, with a force like a gale. I have in me a spinnaker sail that finds the breeze and leads all my sails in that direction. I do not count myself fickle, for I have much loyalty in me, but I am changeable."

There is also A Moveable Feast by Ernest Hemingway. It was revealing to read something autobiographical from "Papa." It brought to life the people and the times of Paris in the 1920s. 

"I've seen you, beauty, and you belong to me now, whoever you are waiting for and if I never see you again, I thought. You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and I belong to this notebook and this pencil...wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast."

MORE SNOW!! And sledding in three stages...