What are the coziest books you know of? (Not just mysteries)

The world is pretty crazy right now. I don’t know about you, but I feel like sometimes I want to lose myself in a sweet, lovely story that gives me warm fuzzy feelings.

Here are my candidates for books that evoke a cozy atmosphere, or have fuzzy nice themes. They aren’t without sadness or horror, necessarily, but their overall theme is either that the world can be lovely, or a backdrop of afternoon tea, shopping for crisp old-fashioned linens, and REAL seed-cake:

Major Pettigrew lives for a day - a small English village, a December romance.

The Rosie Project - a brilliant professor on the autism spectrum decides to scientifically find a mate

A Night in the Lonesome October - infamous characters assemble in the English countryside for a showdown. Told from a watchdog’s point of view

The Stupidest Angel - a really, really dumb angel tries to identify the Chosen One, but winds up creating a zombie Santa in a small coastal California tourist spot

At Bertram’s Hotel - not really an awesome mystery, but it’s fun exploring English nostalgia with Miss Marple

Mr. Penumbra’s 24-hour Bookstore - books! Transhumanism? Google! Secret societies?

The Hobbit - being a hero is only meaningful against the backdrop of the ultimate cozy culture - Hobbits

What are your favorites?

Hard to beat P. G. Wodehouse for light, happy reading. I’m also a devout fan of the Aubrey-Maturin novels by Patrick O’Brian, although the sea battles get kinda violent.

Even though you’re not limiting it to mysteries, let me recommend Isaac Asimov’s various book-length BLACK WIDOWERS short-story collections: it’s banquet after banquet after banquet at a private club for trivia buffs from all walks of life, where the conversation amiably ranges over assorted topics until they inevitably uncover the mystery du jour and try to solve it by playing armchair sleuth by committee.

As all’s right with the world, they never fail. Well, that’s not true; in point of fact, they always fail. But in doing so, their back-and-forth discussion always adds up to a fair-play mystery for their waiter, who then points out the obvious.

Miss Read’s novels about the villages of Fairacre, starting with Village Christmas, and Thrush Green, starting with Winter in Thrush Green. I also enjoy Charlotte MacLeod’s mysteries set in Balaclava County, Maine, starting with Rest You Merry.

Kent Haruf, “Plainsong” and “Eventide”
Frederick Backman , “A Man Called Ove”
David Lodge “Deaf Sentence”
Audrey Niffenegger “Time Traveler’s Wife”
Brady Udall, “The Lonely Polygamist”

Connie Willis books. She has won many awards, Hugos, Nebulas, and others. She has some serious books that will make you weep, but here I’m promoting a couple of her humorous ones. Her latest, Crosstalk, got me through election night and the day after.
If you haven’t read her To Say Nothing of the Dog, go find it now. And the short story collection, Impossible Things, has a couple stories so good, they are a comfort to me…

Anything read by George Guidell. His folksy “Grandpa from lake Wobegon” voice is perfect for Lilian Jackson Braun’s “The Cat Who…” books. Set in “Moose County: 400 miles north of everywhere”, featuring a crime reporter who semi-retires (but we all know how well that works…).

A non-“cozy” book that fulfills the OP for me is Dandelion Wine, Bradbury’s nostalgic look back at a childhood that is set a bit earlier than mine, but reminds me of a quieter, more authentic time.

Beverley Nichols’ gardening books are lovely. Any of them. If you read them in chronological order and notice that there’s a twenty-year gap between the first trilogy and the second, and worry that he would have lost it, don’t. He got better, in the best possible way.

A Little Princess by Frances Hodgson Burnett is so wonderful for the end, when The Magic starts to happen. Makes me want to make sandwiches and sit by the fire.

Howard’s End … the beginning parts, with sandwiches and fires. Not so much the later parts.

I’m reading the first Lemony Snicket book to my daughter right now. It’s the first time for both of us, and I’m finding it curiously cozy. Give it a try. Not Harry Potter cozy, but it has a je ne sais quois of its own.

All of Maeve Binchy’s books. I’m currently rereading them in order for about the fourth time. “Cozy” is a pretty good word for her writing.

Swallows and Amazons

These books are the coziest I know, and always good to read and reread.

They are nominally children’s books, but they’re perhaps even more enjoyable for adults. They’re a series of 12 books by Arthur Ransome written in the 1930s and 1940s. I think they are far better known in the UK than the US.

The Swallow and the Amazon are two small sailing boats used by two sets of children, sailing on an 8-mile-long lake with islands, in the Lake District in northern England. Arthur Ransome was a highly experienced sailor, and almost all the books revolve around the sailing of small boats.

These days, children aged 7-12 would certainly not be allowed to go sailing and camping on an island for two weeks by themselves, as happens in the first book, but there are always caring adults in the background keeping an eye on them.

There are also strong female characters. Nancy Blackett is better at sailing and most other outdoor activities than any of the boys, as well as being a natural leader. She and her sister prefer to wear shorts rather than dresses - unusual in the 1930s.

The books are very gentle but lively, with a lot of quiet humour. The children are very real - the most real children I’ve ever come across in fiction - and mostly based on actual children that Ransome knew. They also grow and change over the course of the series.

Unlike most series of books, the Swallows and Amazons series gets better and better as it goes on, and the quality of the writing gets smoother and more skillful. In fact, the writing is so good that it seems effortless. You don’t even notice how expertly written it is unless you intentionally look for it. The books don’t follow any set pattern, and each book has its own unique flavour and charm.

Like all great children’s writers, Ransome never lost the ability to see the world through the eyes of a child.

The refreshing thing about the Swallows and Amazons series is that the author is not trying to push any point of view. There is no ‘message’, there are no little moral lessons. The characters don’t have to resolve personal differences among themselves and ‘become better people’. There are hardly any villains or bad guys. Nothing very implausible happens.

I find them endlessly re-readable - comfort reading of the best and most enjoyable kind.

Here’s Arthur Ransome’s note about how he came to write the books:

“I have often been asked how I came to write Swallows and Amazons. The answer is that it had its beginning long, long ago when, as children, my brother, my sisters and I spent most of our holidays on a farm at the south end of Coniston. We played in or on the lake or on the hills above it, finding friends in the farmers and shepherds and charcoal-burners whose smoke rose from the coppice woods along the shore.
We adored the place. Coming to it, we used to run down to the lake, dip our hands in and wish, as if we had just seen the new moon. Going away from it, we were half drowned in tears. While away from it, as children and as grown-ups, we dreamt about it. No matter where I was, wandering about the world, I used at night to look for the North Star and, in my mind’s eye, could see the beloved skyline of great hills beneath it.
Swallows and Amazons grew out of those old memories. I could not help writing it. It almost wrote itself.”

— A.R., Haverthwaite, May 19th, 1958

I was going to recommend Wodehouse. Also E.F. Benson, if you like stories about quaint people in English villages even without anybody getting murdered.

Especially when read by Jonathan Cecil or an equally upper-crust Brit-wit.

[Cleese] Well, where’s the fun in that? [/Cleese]

My mom is always lending me Maeve Binchy books, and I taunt her by looking up near the end of the book and asking “Am I getting close to the Part Where Something Happens?” Or I reference explosions and bisexual brothels that she “must have missed”…

But nothing’s more cozy than a small English village where no one’s ambitious enough to even murder one little vicar…

Wodehouse or Saki.

It’s funny - I know E.F. Benson from his weird fiction, where people most certainly get murdered . . . and often come back.

Go have a look at his Mapp and Lucia stories. Like a lot of his ghost stories, they are set in the town of Rye under another name.

“A Man Called Ove” is a great suggestion. Another of Backman’s books it a good cosy read too, “My Grandmother Asked Me to Tell You She’s Sorry” is quite different, but a good cozy read too.

Though I find her more recent books not as satisfying, if you haven’t read any early books in M.C. Beaton’s “Agatha Raisin” series, they are very enjoyable, and are in the English cozy tradition.

Some people find his “The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency” series a bit twee, but I still confess that I enjoy Alexander McCall Smith’s Botswana cozies.

Wodehouse was the first thing I was going to suggest.

Some of Garrison Keillor’s Lake Wobegon stories.

Walking Across Egypt, by Clyde Edgerton

I second A Man Called Ove and the “No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency” series.

And if I really wanted a “cozy,” all’s ultimately right with the world reading experience, I might return to the favorites of my childhood, and read about Oz or Freddy the Pig.

As I’ve gotten older, most of the Little House books have become more terrifying than comforting.* Farmer Boy* continues to be pure cozy, though.

I know the title of this one is going to sound weird but if you want a well written novel you can immerse yourself in, that has a wonderful happy ending then try Bride of the Rat God, by Barbara Hambly. It’s set in 1923 Hollywood and while there is some instances of sadness. Most of the characters are likeable too.

It’s the book I read again and again, trying to visualize the scenes, and when I don’t want to tackle anything new. It’s simply fun.

“Three Men in a Boat” by Jerome K. Jerome