Cozy Books

Mirriam’s post on cozy books (along with Jenny’s and Rachel’s) started to make me think about my favorite cozy books. This is the sort of fluffy, tasty book you read and reread again. Hmm… Lately I haven’t had a lot of time to read (let alone reread), but the idea of cozy books brought to mind a few of my favorites.
The Horse and His Boy

The my family’s copy of this book has a very well-creased spine; the pages have a familiar smell and crinkling sound to me. Along with The Dawn Treader, I’ve probably read this Narnia book the most. There’s just something so endearing about Shasta and his adventures with Bree; and how could you not like the mischievous Corin?

The Mistmantle Chronicles

Along with the Chronicles of Narnia, this is one of my favorite books. Urchin and his lovable bunch of animal friends are very near and dear to my heart (especially Crispin!).  And each book has a such a lovely cover!
Pippi Longstocking

What is there not to love about a girl with carrot-red hair, a monkey named Mr. Nelson, and horse who lives on the front porch of a house? Pippi’s adventures are so outrageously delightful it’s hard to not like them.
The Door Within Trilogy

the door within
Batson is still a favorite author of mine; he got me hooked on writing, and it was through his blog that I found Mirriam’s blog and then through hers that I found pretty much all of the other wonderful blogs I read.  I always found it hard to put a Batson book down, even when re-reading them.  Though it was only after I had read the series that I saw the Lord of the Rings movies and realized much Nock and Mallik are like Legolas and Gimli. 😛
So that’s my list of cozy books.  I could probably ramble on about some of my other childhood favorites,  such as Mrs. Piggle Wiggle, the Boxcar Children, and Redwall…but I’ll save those for another time.  What are some your favorite ‘cozy’ books?

First Snippets of a Story!

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I’ve got such giddy feelings linking up this post—ever since I found Whisperings of the Pen, I’ve enjoyed reading other peoples’ snippets.  Sadly, these snippets aren’t as recently written as I would hope; Broken Glass kept me busy with edits during February.  But I’m so happy to finally link up!  So without further ado, here are some scribblings of my own.


With a quick and up-and-down glance, Jamie assessed the Walrus.  “But you look, er, plump to me.”

A sigh erupted from the Walrus.  “And you haven’t lived among walruses all your life.  If you saw some of my relatives, you’d understand!  They’re marvelously massive!  Splendidly substantial!  Admirably ample!”  With each emphatic statement, the walrus looked more and more deflated, like an old party balloon.


–A Ticket to Yonder

“I couldn’t find him.”  Errol’s eyes turned back to Calibrey Hall.  “Your brother will have to live without his dog.”

“I’m actually relieved to hear that,” Colette laughed.  “I’ve never liked dogs.”


She shrugged.  “I don’t know…maybe it’s because they shed and slobber and reek of the disgusting things they roll in.”

–House of Featherstone

“Well, isn’t he a stick in the mud,” Leda sniffed.  She sniffed louder than she meant, and the balloon heard. With a slow twirl, he turned from his laptop and coffee to face them.

“If only I were as good as a stick in the mud,” he moaned.  “A stick is firm in the ground; it is purposely stubborn and down-in-the-dumps.  I am a balloon, fated to waft in the every-changing winds, pushed around by my senseless desires and fleeting fancies—”

“Oh, shut up,” the Walrus said irritably.  “It wasn’t a compliment.”

–A Ticket to Yonder

Nicholas slumped back in his seat and rubbed his face.  “Why are you so closed-minded?”

“I beg your pardon?”  She raised a blond eyebrow.  “I am not closed-minded.  I simply find no attraction in hurtling across the countryside surrounded by a thin casing of metal.”

“Oh, and bumbling over little backwoods roads in a matchbox is so much better.”  Nicholas rolled his eyes.  As if to agree with him, the carriage jostled over another hump in the road.  Though she was almost unceremoniously smashed into the window, Colette managed to keep her composure.  She usually did.

–House of Featherstone