When I'm low, I like to read old favorites.
In the past month, I've finished only two books (still plugging away on the President's second), and both are novels I've read numerous times before.
Book #8 — A Glass of Blessings, by Barbara Pym. I turned straight to Miss Pym when in need of comfort, a safe place to go. The particular book, about a young wife who falls a little in love with an old friend's brother, has the usual details about church life and neighborhoods in London and feels like a visit with an old friend.
Book #9 — Emma, by Jane Austen. Similarly, Austen's world holds charms for me, and visiting Highbury and Hartfield and Donwell Abbey and even Box Hill takes me away from how I might be feeling here.
I'm going to try and read some new books this month, but I'm going to pick out an old favorite for those moments one might be needful. I downloaded Miss Austen's Sense and Sensibility for my Kindle, and will probably put off reading the P.D. James that I started six weeks ago and never really spent anytime reading. Murder mysteries are the wrong kind of escape at the moment.
Do you have a favorite kind of book for low moods?