If one cannot literally travel, why not pour a glass of wine into a beautiful glass, or a cup of tea into a delicate porcelain cup, and escape into a book?
I can’t help thinking that when it seems we’re surrounded by a cacophony of incivility, we can create our own oases of calm and beauty.
My wonderful friend, Judy, provides me with the best reading material. First she reads a book and then decides if I will enjoy it as much as she did. Then she gives me her favorites. Without fail, I love all of her recommendations. What is more wonderful than the kind thoughtfulness that goes into choosing a book for a friend?
A couple of years ago she gave me “Rules of Civility” by Amor Towles. It is truly a “must read” and, as you know, civility has become somewhat of an obsession with me these days.
On her recent visit chez nous, she gave me his latest work, “A Gentleman in Moscow”. I’m slowly savouring it.
Judy always gives me hardback books, which we both believe serve a dual purpose, not only the pleasure one experiences while reading creative, stylishly written literature, but also a book’s contribution to l’art de vivre by the mere fact it is a lovely object.
I take enormous pleasure from seeing books piled on our coffee table or on my bedside table and even on the floor next to my bed. There is something exquisitely comforting about being surrounded with books.
Always, I’m more than happy to step over a stack of books or a dog to get to my destination. Dogs fullfil another necessity for my joie de vivre.