I started reading this novella on an unusually cool spring day in Los Angeles when it was actually overcast and spitting rain—pretty much as close to Christmas weather as you can get in that part of the country. I made tea, curled up on the couch with my iPad and everything was lovely. Then life intervened (like, twenty minutes later, as it does), we moved three hundred and fifty miles north and I’m finally getting … Continue reading A Yorkshire Christmas by Kate Hewitt →