It's November, and past Bonfire Night, so pretty much all the retailers are now thinking about Christmas. We have trees twinkling in windows, mince pies on display - and, for the first time that I can remember, an absolute glut of Christmas themed women's literature. I have never seen anything like it!
Here are a few of the books on offer:
1) Twelve Days of Christmas - Trisha Ashley
2) Falling for Christmas - Debbie Macomber
3) The Christmas Cookie Club - Ann Pearlman
At the moment these three novels are riding high in the bestseller lists, and are being pushed through many different outlets (including the big supermarket chains).
Personally, the idea of reading wonderfully Christmas themed novels sounds wonderful as the nights draw in, the Christmas pudding gets made and I start lighting candles to warm my room with the rich scent of cinnamon. Perfect literature!
But how very seasonal! Imagine reading these same books lying on a sun lounger in the summer, sipping cocktails. Impossible, non? Snow and mince pies and Christmas trees are just not what you want to read, right?
The trouble with this new trend is that the books are simply not relevant at any other time of year, so their shelf life is impossibly short. Summer novels dealing with sunny islands and cool drinks and hot men are still relevant in the winter - in fact, I love reading them during the dark nights to remind myself that I will soon see the sun again.
What do you think of this trend? Foolish? Fun? Would you consider reading a Christmas book in the summer? I would love to hear your opinions on seasonal reading!