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My bag is packed. Tomorrow I fly to the USA: I’ll be home for Christmas and O! Christmas Tree O! Christmas Tree and Deck the Halls and We Three Kings and N-O-E-L and Hark! the Herald Angels sing Glory to the new-born King and Silent Night and Starry Night and Snow and I’m dreaming of a White Christ-mas. In the meantime—depart, return—I would like to ask you, dear reader: It’s that time of year when many many lit-blogs partake in the yuletide end of year what was your favorite book of the year?
(Mine was Tess of the D’Urbervilles by Thomas Hardy, of which I’ve already written plenty.)
And here’s a link: The Millions’ series, A Year in Reading. Wow!
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I’d say mine is The White Goddess by Robert Graves. I say is rather than was because I’m still not done with it. It’s not the easiest thing to get through. And I wouldn’t say it’s my favorite because I can’t put it down, I put it down a lot, but rather because Graves’ passion for his subject is so total. If only all writers could be that given to their work.
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1 On Sunday 19 December 2010 Amber wrote:
USA: observation: what friendly customer service! or does everyone really care how I am today?