Today, Jane Lovering, winner of the Romantic Novel of the Year award this year, tells us about her Inheritance Books.
Hello Jane. Welcome to my blog. Tell me a bit about yourself.
I grew up in Exeter, then moved to North Yorkshire, where I, sadly, continue to grow outwards, surrounded by pets of most species and a lot of children. Which are mine, it’s not like I collect them or anything… I write romantic comedies for Choc Lit, which are described as ‘quirky’, which I think is just a polite way of saying ‘peculiar’, and I have a day job in a local school as a Biology technician, which is a polite way of saying that I deal in hearts and lungs and could probably become a serial killer if I put my mind to it.
Which book have you inherited from the generation above you? Why is it special?
When I was a child, my mother gave me a bundle of books that she had had when she was young, things like White Fang and Old Yeller. I’m not sure why, since I used to get so emotional about sad books featuring animals that, when I was five, my parents had to tape shut the pages of my Fairy Stories book so that I couldn’t sob myself to sleep over the Ugly Duckling any more. Anyway, I must have become desensitised by the time my mother gave me her books, because I remember seizing upon them as though they were food for my starving soul which, since my long-suffering father used to traipse to the local library twice a week to feed my reading habit, was a bit of an over-reaction.
And among these books was one which, for some reason, made its home in my soul. It was called ‘Henrietta’s House’ by Elizabeth Goudge. I lost my original copy and recently re-acquired it in paperback format, purely for the pleasure of revisiting those childhood days, when I was innocent and had a waistline. It’s funny, charming and atmospheric, and it’s one of those books which, when I remember the story, I get an odd little ‘tingle’, like the one I get when a particularly good idea for a novel strikes me. It would probably never make the Hot 100 of Children’s Books, but I don’t care, because this is my choice, so there.
Which book would you leave to the next generation?
That is much harder. Part of me thinks I should come up with something erudite and clever to make me look scholarly and deep-thinking, but, since everyone who knows me knows that I am really only interested in biscuits and pictures of kittens doing cute things, this would be seen through in a moment. So, I would opt to pass something else down to my descendants, something that they’d actually enjoy reading, not slog through thinking “Wow, Great-great grandma was a bit of boring old cow, wasn’t she?” and I think I might have to cheat, pending an enormous Omnibus edition, and ask for the collected works of Sir Terry Pratchett. Wonderful, wonderful books that tell stories of a world like ours, pointing out our faults and foibles in a way that makes us laugh rather than take offence. Long after he is gone (here’s hoping that that is a very long way off indeed) his books will carry on being engaging and amusing (and relevant), so, yep. The as-yet unproduced Terry Pratchett Omnibus would be my choice.
Great choices Jane. A Pratchett Omnibus would be great. It’d be very heavy though – and quite possibly shaped like an actual Omnibus.
Jane’s new book is Vampire State of Mind (It’s a great read, incidentally). You can buy it on Amazon- here.
You can find Jane at http://www.janelovering.co.uk/, on Facebook or on Twitter @janelovering.
5 thoughts on “Inheritance Books; Jane Lovering”
Lesley, I’ve never read The Little White Horse – I really should. I’ve heard it’s magical. And Jen…thank you. I’m sorry your non-working became visible through chortling.
That had me laughing so much it was quite clear to my co-workers that I was not, in fact, working! If Jane’s books are as funny as her guest blogging then I’m going to have to go out and get me some of them! (her books, not bloggers)
I am THRILLED to find someone else who feels the same about Henrietta’s House. I lost my copy, too, and was delighted when it was re-issued and I could buy it again. I never lost my copy of The Little White Horse, which gives me (still) that same tingle when I re-read it, as I do every couple of years.
I’ve never read Henrietta’s House. Having heard about it, I now want to track down a copy. I’m learning about lots of great new (or new to me, at least) books!