Back in May I found three O. Douglas novels* in the secondhand books shop down the road; it has taken me until now to begin the first of them, but so far Priorsford (1932) - set in a small Scottish Borders town - is a comfy, cosy, couthy read, and just the thing for a day of snow flurries and bitter cold.
What's everyone else reading this weekend?
*See also this postscript.