My love of the cosy mystery it seems will never tire, and after last years gallop through the Agatha Raisin and Hamish Macbeth series, this year, before Winter comes a calling I have grabbed a Mary Stewart novel and I am planning a scrumptious season full of vintage romance and suspense… not least because Hodder have seen fit to re-package all of Stewarts mystery novels in pretty paperbacks bedecked with vintage ladies in their finest.

Where once upon a time I was all about the taxing, intellectual read, now life has numbed my brain to such a degree with love and babbas, business and housekeeping, I can only stretch to a never ending stream of lovely little stories, and Mary Stewarts collection of gently tense romances fit the bill entirely, and moreover are graced by the voice of a woman much celebrated for her exquisite writing and talent for the kind of storytelling destined to get under your skin without bothering your head…

I’m starting with Stormy Petrel and this evening cannot wait to batten down the hatches, warm up this rather ridiculously chilly august evening with a real fire, and get to know a new friend.

For what are authors if not destined to become our life long friends?