I am not making a Christmas book list this year as I still haven’t image image got round to reading so many books that I bought over the last few months.

And apologies for not updating the books listed on my blog, particularly as I know readers have checked them out and bought the titles on my recommendation.

At the moment, I am very much enjoying Eurydice Street, by Sofka Zinovieff. It has won many accolades; The New York times ranked it in their top 100 notable books and The Independent as one their best summer reads. It vividly describes her love of Greece and the chaotic family life. Many of the places she mentions are familiar to me.  I find myself wishing I was in Athens again too, sitting in a taverna and soaking up the generous, local hospitality, and listening to the bouzouki music which fills their lives (and mine) with so much joy.

Besides being a brilliant read which appeals strongly to by Greek parentage – I have yet to learn how she cooked Christmas piglet at the baker’s – it appeals to me because I once met her unforgettable, eccentric father, Peter Zinovieff, a white Russian who lived outside Cambridge. And I remember him describing how his aristocratic grandparents fled Russia after the 1917 revolution.

It all happened after I went to Russia once with some students from Cambridge University’s Travellers’ and Explorers’ Club and travelled with a wonderful woman called Jean who was married to a Cambridge academic and was friends with Peter. I was soon invited to his bohemian house one Sunday for lunch and I remember him cooking the most delicious roast chicken which was served with cabbage cooked in milk, tomato puree and caraway seeds, as I remember it. I was never fond of cabbage before, but found this irresistible.

Peter was tall and had dashing good looks, very twinkling eyes, a gorgeous smile, was great company – and could obviously cook too. I can understand why women found him very attractive, which Sofka mentions briefly in her book, he was certainly a ladies man! I was very much in awe of him. So this book is very special for me, and I am enjoying every minute of it.

I have also bought the Letters of Ted Hughes by Chistopher image Reid to discover what made him tick, what kind of man he was that made two women so desperately unhappy that they killed themselves. I saw him recite his poetry in Cambridge once, the room was packed, and I wondered what memories this visit brought back to him, if he remembered the days there when he met and feel in love with Sylvia Plath.

So I have plenty of reading to do, and with books that are journeys full of personal memories too.

If you can recommend any favourite titles I might like to catch up in the New Year, then please do feel free to comment about them.