I finished my current-read this morning, and it’s since been a day, so I’m looking to escape into for a bit. Preferably something literary fiction that is also warm, comforting, soothing, like warm lamp light at night in a cozy living room with jazz playing in the background and the windows open with a summer breeze and the sounds of cicadas coming through. Is this an impossible ask?
by dearwassily
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Not a fiction, but how about Gerald Durrell? His Corfu trilogy might scratch that particular itch.
Major Pettigrew’s Last Stand by Helen Simonson. Follows an Englishman in an unexpected friendship in a small village.
The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry by Rachel Joyce. Fry embarks on a spontaneous journey to visit an old friend.