13 Best Holiday Books to Read this year
In this article, we will share the 13 Best Holiday Books to Read in 2022. Holidays seem to be the days when friends and acquaintances gather together. And myself, it seems that there is no one to ask for, and there is nowhere to go.
The more holidays, the more lonely I feel. It doesn’t matter, if no one is available, you might as well make an appointment with the best books for a holiday.
Not only can accompany you to spend a fulfilling festival, but also let you settle down in the hustle and bustle of the world.
Below, I have compiled 13 books about Christmas and holidays for everyone, whether it is warm, nostalgic, or thrilling. There is always one that suits you and accompanies you to spend a different kind of Christmas and holiday.
Christmas is the most important holiday of the year in the World, and it often appears in literary works. These literary works can be cheerful, hopeful, or sad. This festival is like the characters in every literary work.
13 Best Holiday Books to Read in 2022
The 13 classic literary works that we recommend for Christmas and the holiday, this year are the 13 Best Holiday Books to Read in 2022.
The warmth and tranquility of Christmas are favorite themes of writers. December is a good time to read classic Christmas Literature.
We recommend several Christmas-related literary best books for a holiday.
1. Little Reunions
Little Reunions (New York Review Books Classics) by Eileen Chang
Most men have been loved by a woman before, and they will think that this woman will think of him more or less all his life. This is the common illusion of men and the common narcissism of men.
If you do not understand this point, you will not be able to arrange your own love and marriage in the first place, and you will get a lot of breaks; at the bottom, it will be difficult to read “Little Reunion” willingly and calmly.
“Little Reunion” gave me the biggest feeling that I discovered that she remembered two things all her life: childhood and a love that had a beginning and an end. Moreover, the former can determine the appearance of the latter.
What “manuscripts to be destroyed” and what “self-destructed private lives” are all hype. This is just a memoir of a woman in her old age, plain and plain, with a slight stream of consciousness. Originally, most of “Little Reunion” was not about love, but about childhood.
I’m afraid most readers don’t pay much attention to her memories of childhood, but this is what moved me the most.
Of course, I love “This Life and This Life”, I love the hypocritical and blooming words, which can write nasty things in a gentle manner. Yes, gentlemen, especially like to tell other women about their gorgeous and clean love history; rough men, like many people I know, like to tell other people how much body looks they have slept. Not a single woman.
This is actually the same, the same lack of confidence and the same narcissism. Of course, this is a common problem for men. If he doesn’t take the initiative to speak today, he will speak tomorrow if he is passive.
However, in “Little Reunion”, this matter is stated very clearly, to be precise, the distinction is very clear-I loved you back then, but then I really did not love it. It took only a few years.
You don’t have to put my love for you in front of me and not fall in love in the back in “This Life and This Life” so that readers have to see our breakup through this veil of love.
2. The Catcher in the Rye
The Catcher in the Rye by J. D. Salinger
It’s every Christmas. All the skinny Santa Clauses stood in the corner ringing their bells, and the Salvation Army girls who didn’t wear powder or lipstick on their faces were also ringing bells there.
I looked around looking for the two nuns I met during breakfast yesterday, but I didn’t see them. I knew I couldn’t see them because they told me that they came to New York to be teachers, but I kept looking for them. Well, no matter what, it’s a Christmas scene at a moment’s notice.
Thousands of young children came to the city center with their mothers, going up and down in the bus, in and out of the shops. I really hope that old Phoebe is by my side. She is no longer that kind of naive child. She is so happy as soon as she enters the children’s toy department, but she likes to watch the excitement and make fun of it.
I took her to the city center for shopping the year before last Christmas. We did have fun for a while. We went into the shoe department together, pretending that she — Old Feibi — want to buy a pair of high-heeled rain boots, that kind of rain boots always have a million belted eyes.
We literally tossed that poor salesperson to death. Old Feibi tried about twenty pairs. For each pair, the poor guy had to wear all the straps on one shoe. This is really an obscene trick, but it almost made Old Phoebe laugh to death.
In the end, we bought a pair of moccasins and paid for them. That salesperson is very kind. I think he also knows that we are making fun because old Phoebe is always giggling.
3. Wuthering Heights
Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë
Katie lived in Thrush Grange for five weeks until Christmas. At that time, her ankle had healed and her behavior had improved a lot. During this period, the hostess often visited her and started her reform plan.
First, try to improve her self-esteem with beautiful clothes and flattery, and she accepts it without hesitation. Therefore, she was no longer a little savage without a hat who jumped into the room and rushed over to hug us out of breath,
but a very dignified person with brown curly hair came down from a beautiful little black horse. Hanging from a beaver hat with feathers, he wore a long cloth riding uniform.
She must wear her dress with both hands to walk in gracefully. Hindley helped her off the horse and exclaimed happily: “Why, Katie, you are such a beauty! I won’t recognize you anymore. You are like a lady now. Isabella Linton Can’t compare to her, is it, Francis?”
“Isabella doesn’t have her natural beauty,” replied his wife, “but she has to remember, don’t go wild here anymore. Allen, Help Miss Catherine take off her coat, don’t move, my dear, you are going to mess up your hair curls. — Let me untie your hat.” I took off her riding uniform, and a piece was revealed inside. Plaid silk robe, white pants, and shiny leather shoes.
When the dogs jumped up to welcome her, her eyes were bright with joy, but she did not dare to touch them, for fear that the dogs would pounce on her beautiful clothes. She kissed me tenderly: I was full of flour, and I was making Christmas cakes. It would not do to hug me.
Then she looked around for Heathcliff. Mr. Earnshaw and Mrs. Earnshaw watched their meeting anxiously, thinking that this would enable them to judge whether they wished to separate the two friends.
So I am left here alone. I smell the rich fragrance of overripe spices, admiring the shiny kitchen utensils, the polished clocks decorated with holly leaves, the silver basins arranged on the plates-they are meant to be poured at dinner With ale.
What I admire most is the thing that I carefully scrubbed clean and flawless, that is, the floor that I have washed and swept. I secretly praised everything appropriately,
so I remembered how old Earnshaw always came in when everything was cleaned up, saying that I was a fake and serious girl, and stuffed a shilling into my Hand as a Christmas gift. From then on I remembered his love for Heathcliff.
He was afraid that Heathcliff would be left unattended after death, so I naturally went on to think about the position of this poor child. I sang and started crying. But after a while, I suddenly thought that it was more meaningful to make up for his grievances than to cry over these things.
4. Jane Eyre
Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte
The first half of November, December, and January have passed in a blink of an eye. In Gateshead, Christmas and New Year’s Day are usually celebrated with joy, exchanging gifts, and holding Christmas dinners, and evening parties.
Of course, these enjoyments are not for me. My share of the pleasure is to watch Eliza and In Georgiana’s costumes, watch then go downstairs to the living room in tulle tops, red belts, and elaborate curly hair.
Then listen to the sound of piano and harp playing downstairs, the footsteps of the housekeeper and servants, the clinking of cups and plates when serving snacks, and the intermittent conversations when the living room door opens and closes. Tired. I will leave the stairs and walk into the lonely nursery room. Although there is also a little sadness there, I am not uncomfortable.
To be honest, I have absolutely no intention to join in the fun, because there are very few people paying attention to me. Spending many nights is also a kind of enjoyment.
It’s like passing those moments under the intimidating gaze of the young lady, Mrs. and Mrs. Reed, but Bessie often leaves the ladies as soon as they stop dressing up. I went to lively places such as the kitchen and the housekeeper and always took the candles away.
After that, I put the doll on my knees and sat withered until the fire gradually dimmed, and looked around from time to time to figure out that there was nothing more terrifying except me.
Visit this dim room, and when the embers faded to dark red, I hurriedly Busy, take out the energy to breastfeed, undress and undress, get into the small bed, avoid the cold and darkness,
I often take the doll with me to the bed, people have to love something, when I lack something more worthy of love, I imagined cherishing a faded puppet to get pleasure, even though the doll was already in tatters and looked like a little scarecrow. Recalling this past at this moment also puzzled me.
At that time, I was carrying Absurd piety to spoil this little toy! I still believe that it has flesh and blood. I can only fall asleep if I wrap it in a nightgown. Once it lay there warm and sound, I feel much happier, and this doll feels the same way.
5. Gone with the Wind
Gone with the Wind by Margaret Mitchell
Hearing this, Scarlett pursed her lips impatiently. “As long as you say ‘war’ again, I will go in and close the door. I have never felt annoyed by the word ‘war’ in my life unless that word means seceding from the Union.’
Dad always arrives early. Late to talk about war, war, all the gentlemen who came to see him also yelled about Fort Sumter, State Power, and Abel. Lincoln, it’s so annoying that I’m yelling! And all the boys are talking about it. And their army.
This spring, I didn’t hear any happy things at any party, because the boys didn’t talk about anything else. What I am most happy about is that Georgia will not announce its separation from the Union until after Christmas. Otherwise, the Christmas party will be spoiled. If you talk about ‘war’ again, I’ll go in immediately.” …
For Atlanta and for the entire South, Christmas in 1862 was a happy holiday. The Confederate League won a big battle in Fredericksburg. The Yankees suffered thousands of casualties. People are generally rejoicing during the holidays.
The situation of celebration and prayer has reached a turning point. The troops in gray uniforms have become battle-tested teams. Their generals have made great contributions. Everyone knows that as soon as the spring battle begins, the Yankees will be completely defeated forever.
