Y’know the (now passe’ but recently hyper-trendy) term “Comfort Food”? It meant “jes’ good eats” or “cookin’ lahk maw useta make”. Essentially: Meatloaf, beef stew, hearty, heavy food that was nice to eat on cold fall evenings. The culinary equivilant of a heavy, fluffy comforter on a cold winter’s morning.
There’re books like that. Books that, no matter how often I reread them, leave me feeling better than when I started. Books that can’t be overread. Books that I can always read, regardless of my mood or even my desire to read.
I’ve got a bunch of 'em but to list a few,
A Wrinkle in Time and A Wind in the Door (and not the sequels) by Madelyne L’engle. The scene with Meg and Meg’s mom and Charles Wallace at the beginning, where they’re having a midnight snack and Mrs Who(?) burst in always…moves…me somehow. It’s a powerful scene.
Have Spacesuit, Will Travel (and several other Juvies) by Robert Heinlein] O.Henry stories for the space-age. Hard work, diligence, decency pay off. Plus adventure, excitement, and damned good writing.
Callahan’s Crosstime Saloon and Time Pressure by Spider Robinson. Just uplifting to me.
The Phantom Tollbooth by Norton Juster. One of the funniest books ever written
The Princess Bride by William Goldman: The “Good Parts” version (IE: I’ve paperclipped the first horrible 40(?) pages that discuss the narrator’s frigid wife and fat kid and horribly self-indulgent '70s “It’s hard to be a star” bullsh*t. Apparently the narrator’s life doesn’t parallel Goldman’s, but that doesn’t diminish the ugliness. But once the magic starts with “The year that Buttercup was born, the most beautiful woman in the world was a scullery maid named Antoinette.”…)
Half Magic by Edward Eager. Another hysterical book-the scene with the cat that can half-talk…bwah-ha-ha!
The People Collection by Zenna Henderson…(this one’s perfect for restoring your faith in humanity)
Esbe: A Winter’s Tale by Linda Haldeman. Perfect mood-setting book for a cold, snowy night. Beautiful and evocative.
Reaper Man by Pratchett…the end bit. After the dance. If you’ve read it, you know the part I mean…don’t spoil it for those lucky few who get to read it for the first time.
I could go on and on, but how 'bout you, my fellow Dopers? I know I’m not the only one who has ‘comfort’ books.
Fenris