Bridget

Have thought about it for a while and decided my favourite 'comfort' books (the ones I return to again and again) are:

The Little Prince (Antoine de Saint-Exupery - for children, and everybody's read it, but hey, surely that's still allowed)

Leave it to Psmith (P G Wodehouse - where the urbanity of Psmith is the perfect foil for the madness of Blandings Castle)

Feet of clay (Terry Pratchett - funny, touching - a detective fantasy that's a plea for humanity)

Death in the afternoon (Ernest Hemingway - not fiction, and full of bllodlust, but gripping, and endlessly fascinating)

Kim (Rudyard Kipling - which I never get bored of recommending - for me the ending is like Eliot's shantih - the peace that passeth all understanding, and always makes my day happier)

cheer

the sunshine ('om shanti om') warrior