The third book in the Mitford series, These High, Green Hills by Jan Karon was in my library stack on Friday; I finished reading it Sunday.
I’m so intrigued by these books. Reading them is, in some ways, like taking a vacation and exploring a quaint but kind small Southern town. It’s so striking, how Mitford is so unlike any small town I’ve lived in, though. I still don’t know what to do about that, in my head.
There’s so much in these books I do relate to, though. The newspaper that has so many misspellings and that covers every little happening. The small diner. How in the book we know pretty much what’s happening in the lives of everyone in town. The lovely main street. The church committees.
Next on my list: number four in the Mitford series, Out to Canaan.