
Annual seasonal reread of has begun. While most of the story takes place in December, it actually begins in October. Pages 1-46 in the hardback I have. "It was a dull, grey afternoon in the middle of October, with nothing much to commend about it. The last of autumn‘s leaves fell from trees, with an unseasonably icy breeze too chill for even the most ardent of gardeners to be out and about."
#rosamundepilcherforeveryseason
Now will put aside until the small bit in November. Then pick up when the main story begins on the first Friday in December. 🍂 6h