Looking for a wintry book to curl up with this December? Why not take a look back at season 7 of Bookshelfie to discover our guests favourite books written by women. From thrillers to literary classics, be transported to a wintry landscape with…
Life After Life starts in a snowstorm in 1910 England, during which one baby is born and dies before she can take her first breath, and the same baby is born and lives to tell the tale. A story of second chances and destiny, Life After Life was noted as ‘a genius of a novel’ by award-winning novelist, Tracy Chevalier.
Looking for a gift for a loved one this festive season? Why not gift the book that ‘floored’ bestselling author Jodi Picoult – the one that she regularly gifts herself! The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue follows the titular character through time, after she trades her soul for immortality with the devil. The catch? Addie LaRue is instantly forgotten by everyone she meets. How will she leave her mark on the world?
You have three hours to save the people you love. Praised by our podcast guest Kate Humble for its nuance, Three Hours is an unputdownable thriller set in rural Somerset in the middle of a blizzard – the perfect book to gripped by this winter.
Recommended by Bookshelfie guest Cariad Lloyd, Moominland Midwinter is sixth in the series of Tove Jansson’s much-loved Moomin books, celebrating its 80th anniversary this year. Discover winter with the Moomins – who normally always sleep through it, until the year that Moomintroll woke up and found he couldn’t go back to sleep again. For Cariad, the book ‘is such an amazing metaphor for sadness, for grief, that you can cope with it, you can survive it. Spring is coming, snow will melt.’
While set through a range of seasons, Charlotte Brontë’s romantic Gothic novel opens in a wintry atmosphere, with a gripping first line that is memorable to many – including our Bookshelfie guests Jacqueline Wilson, Rukmini Iyer, and Deborah Joseph!
There was no possibility of taking a walk that day. We had been wandering, indeed, in the leafless shrubbery an hour in the morning; but since dinner (Mrs. Reed, when there was no company, dined early) the cold winter wind had brought with it clouds so sombre, and a rain so penetrating, that further outdoor exercise was now out of the question.
Jane Eyre, Charlotte Bronte, Chapter One
