My usual reading diet is a mix of history, politics, cultural history, science fact, and some science fiction, or fantasy for relaxation. I also read what might be regarded as serious, fiction.
However, two days ago, I received a belated Christmas present from my brother. This is a lovely book by Nigel Slater, the cookery writer, who is my favourite cookery writer (bar none). Now, I have several of his books, and he is the only cookery writer I know whose recipes I use as culinary inspiration - and reliable standbys - rather than as a source of despairing aspiration and frustration.
Actually, I love Nigel Slater's prose style, his uninhibited and cheerful greed, his passionate interest in, and respect for, food, and the fact that, when you read his recipes, you think to yourself that 'hey, I can do that' - they make you want to cook, and make you feel that this is well within your competence, and secondly, they read as though they will taste delicious and make you want to eat. And his prose is exquisite - a pure pleasure to read.