At Christmas time I like to revisit old favourites. They are a sure salve against the craziness and don't require a big effort to concentrate when all hell is breaking loose around the reader. I might turn to a much-loved Agatha Christie or - returning right to basics - an Enid Blyton or a W.E. Johns. To sit back with a G&T and relax with an old friend is a huge luxury at this time of year.
So, Biggles in the Baltic: an all-time favourite, from the opening paragraph that 'England is now, therefore, in a state of war with Germany' right to the spectacular end on a tiny island in the Baltic Sea where Biggles has been sent to set up a secret squadron. His arch-enemy Erich von Stahlein is in the picture again (love his 'lithe' menacing figure) and everything ends with a bang. Classic children's adventure fiction.
Pour me another gin.
This jacket comes from fantastic fiction.