Along the way, she developed a kind of second project: If she could only keep 40 books, which ones would they be? The list of 40 appears at the end, and it’s a charmingly eccentric batch of books, but the real fascination in reading Hill’s ruminations isn’t about the list but, rather, about how she reads and how living with books enriches her life. This delightful bibliophile’s memoir records her experience, both the browsing and the reading. That started her thinking: Why not devote a year’s reading time just to the books on her own shelves? The project launched, she began a systematic browse through all the books in her house (it’s an old house with lots of floors and shelves on every floor, not to mention the landings between floors).
She didn’t find it (at least not at first), but she did come upon several other books she had never read. *Starred Review* One day British novelist Susan Hill went to the bookshelves in her home looking for a copy of Howards End.
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