A City of Bells

By Elizabeth Goudge. I read to myself this week instead of to the children while I had a sore throat. Didn’t enjoy her as much as I used to. Once I figured out the plot I ended up just skimming it to get to the end, which seemed hopelessly fanciful and unlikely.Maybe I was just trying to get through it too quickly. Maybe I need to decide that fiction just doesn’t work at such an intensely practical phase of life .

Child in the Forest – Winifred Foley

I loved this. A story of a child growing up in a poor mining village in the Forest of Dean in the twenties. An always- needed reminder of just how easy life has become for us and how cossetted we are, and yet how much complaining I do from my comparatively luxurious situation. The book was warm, vivid, very readable. Definitely comes under Charlotte Mason’s category of a living book.