I find something so cozy about reading a chunky historical fiction during the colder months. You can just wrap up in a blanket, have a hot drink nearby, and just lose yourself in it. Even if it turns out to be not so nice. Gillespie and I is one of those books that I find difficult to talk about because too much information would spoil it. So I’ll just start with this: Harriet Baxter is an elderly spinster living in London in the 1930’s. She […]