by Susan Hill.
I have never read Susan Hill's novels and was originally led to this book by the the subject and the dust jacket alone. And whilst I can't speak for her other work, this has been a lovely, relaxing, fascinating read.
Whilst searching for one book in particular, the author came across countless books in her house which she had not read or wanted to re-read. She committed herself to one year of reading from home - no new books. The record of her journey through "reading from home" is laced with her own memories, both domestic and literary: as a writer and publisher she either knows or has bumped into a great number of the famous and fascinating.
Lovely stuff.
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