Last year for Christmas my lovely boyfriend gave me a copy of Moominland Midwinter. My love for Tove Jansson’s moomins stems from the odd stop motion animation cartoon of the 80s, which I dimly remember resembling my fuzzy felts collection, but over the years I’ve discovered that the books are tremendous; vivid, witty, strange and wise.
I spent that Christmas day mostly absorbed in Moominland Midwinter – it’s the perfect book for gloomy December days, as young Moomintroll wakes up too early from his yearly hibernation and discovers the world outside has been transformed. At first he is suspicious and annoyed with winter, and longs for spring, but eventually comes to appreciate its charms, thanks to the wisdom of Too-Ticky.
I’ve decided to start a tradition this year, where I read Moominland Midwinter over December, usually a bit of a chapter before I go to sleep. There’s something about winter, Christmas, and the end of the year that has us reaching for certain books; either the ghost stories that feel appropriate when darkness stalks from every side, or the familiar, happy reads that get us through the grey months.
So tell me, what are your winter reads? Do you return to a certain genre or book every year? Or are there any books that feel like particularly winter reads?