August 7, 2007
August
“Every year, the bright Scandinavian summer nights fade away without anyone’s noticing. One evening in August you have an errand outdoors, and all of a sudden it’s pitch-black. A great warm, dark silence surrounds the house. It is still summer, but the summer is no longer alive. It has come to a standstilll; nothing withers, and autumn is not ready to begin. There are no stars yet, just darkness. The can of kerosene is brought up from the cellar and left in the hall, and the lamp is hung up on its peg beside the door.” –Tove Jansson, “The Summer Book”
Heather Mallick said…
Pickle Me This is a brilliant website. And we read all the same books. My god, you read Laurie Colwin too, fine woman! Also, you and Better Baking, a baking website, were the only reviewers to understand Cake or Death.
So I honour you, Pickle Me This, and could you possibly get in touch? I am sending off for another huge book order from Britain and need recommendations. Should I try Tove Janssen (sp?)
Cheers,
Heather Mallick