I finished the first in Jan Karon’s Mitford series, At Home in Mitford, this week.
The books remind me of Lake Wobegon, except Christian.
The story follows the Episcopalian priest (new word for me: rector) in this small Southern town. Father Tim is an avid flower gardener, cook, localvore, lover of Wordsworth. Nothing too huge usually transpires in daily life (although a few big changes do take place), but the characters come alive.
Quite the fun read.
I intended to pick up this first installment at the library, where I’d seen them before, for the 24-hour read-a-thon. But the first book was missing! I was headed to Books on Broadway anyway, so I checked for it there, and they had it. I bought it. (I’ve mentioned this bookstore before, here). I did start reading this book during the read-a-thon, but I didn’t make it all the way through before time expired.
The newspaper in the small town of Mitford (in the Blue Ridge Mountains) is pretty bad — spells a person’s name three different ways in one article. The small-town paper I worked for wasn’t (and isn’t) that bad.
I heard so many recommendations for this series, from people whose book opinions I trust. I’d seen them in the library, time and again, but they spines never seemed interesting. I even glanced at the covers, but I always returned the books to the shelf. Maybe it’s the orange. (And yes, I have been turned off by a book’s cover only to later find, when I actually take the chance, that I’ve skipped over a great read, here for example.)
I’m now on to the second book in the series, this one from the library; I hope to finish it before the books are due back to the library at the end of this week.