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.
Has anyone else noticed their energy levels change as they've got older?


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. 
