Just remembered - "How Green Was My Valley" by Richard Llewelyn. Some lovely homely descriptions in soft Welsh dialect. The narrator, a boy, at one point describes the sheer bliss of sinking his teeth into a blackberry pie. Made my mouth water just reading. It was a big seller in the sixties but seems to have disappeared off the shelves.
All the different family surnames


Thank you Humbert for this lovely book list. I've already made a note of some to take to the library with me. I thought about Les Liaisons Dangereuses - I remember being astounded at school at how cleverly it was constructed, or Lorna Doone, a wonderful book with a happily contrived ending. And I definitely would like to read more Dickens. In the end I think I'd plump for the complete works of Jane Austen, to keep me going for a very long time. And the photograph album of when my DC were small. Sorry, another cheat. 
