Review – Mistletoe and Mulled Wine at the Christmas Campervan

“Whatever was to come, she was determined to make this festive season a special one.”

Few things in life bring me as much comfort and joy as the Northumberland Coastline and Christmas. So, when I stumbled across ‘Mistletoe and Mulled Wine at the Christmas Campervan’ on a snowy Saturday afternoon in my local library, I couldn’t believe my luck. And not just because I was slowly losing my mind after six consecutive readings of ‘Peppa Pig’s Christmas Wish’ to my toddler. Although there are many, many things I could say about my feelings on Peppa Pig, I would far rather discuss my excitement at having discovered Caroline Roberts’ ‘Cosy Campervan’ series.

As a type-A person who craves order and logical routine, it’s totally not my style to have started a series part way through, however I didn’t initially realise that this was not the first in the series, or a standalone novel. In the chaos of managing a toddler in the library and my excitement at having found the rare gem that is a book set in the North East, I didn’t look too far into this. However, the author manifested such intricate character depth that made this work entirely as a standalone festive read, but sprinkled in enough gentle nods to characters’ personal histories that my curiosity has definitely been piqued and I fully intend to read the previous instalment next. What was it that made Jack settle down? Was Lucy enough, or were there other factors at play? I need to know!

As an objective reader who has no knowledge of this book’s predecessor, I felt that Jack and Lucy have such a natural, instantly recognisable chemistry that I didn’t have any reason to initially question how their relationship had blossomed, although I have to say I wasn’t entirely trusting of him at first. Whether this was intentional, or perhaps a nod to the previous book in this series, I don’t yet know, but I wanted to write up the review and share my thoughts before confirming or denying my theories as to what happened to make Jack into such a flight risk, particularly around what happened with Lucy’s best friend Becky, whose opinion of Jack is as ice-cold as the North Sea on a windy December night. Watch this space, because I am certainly intrigued.

After a plot with as many peaks and troughs as the Cheviot Hills however, I had most definitely warmed to Jack by the end. Without spoiling any plot elements for anyone who hasn’t read this book yet (although you really must), his grand romantic gesture against the backdrop of the breath-taking coastline had me smiling into the pages. And, when you consider the fact that he’s hobbling through it due to being, not quite in his usual peak physical form, shall we say, the love which fills this climactic scene would melt even the coldest cynic’s heart.

I can’t believe it’s taken me so long to discover Caroline Roberts’ charming series; as a North East reader it’s almost embarrassing! Although after mentions of Bamburgh Bangers and The Muppets Christmas Carol, I did feel slightly paranoid that this author had somehow generated a book which is able to listen to your conversations and tailor the text accordingly like a smart phone, because at times it was like she had been inside my head.

All in all, I thoroughly enjoyed spending part of the festive period at Cove Cottage. Northumberland is my favourite place in the world, and between the mania of Christmas preparation and parenthood, it’s rare I get the chance to spend time there in the festive period, so it was an absolute treat to be able to go there in mind, if not yet in body, this year. My favourite part was being able to spend the night in a lavish castle, with roaring fires in the midst of a snowstorm and feeling like an extra in Downton Abbey; but the Christmas glow was practically shining from the pages throughout the book as a whole. Between the smells of the freshly baked festive treats in the village cafe, sights of the twinkling lights in the picturesque villages (‘The Holiday’, eat your heart out!) and snuggling up by the tree with gorgeous Daisy the Daschund, ‘Mistletoe and Mulled Wine at the Christmas Campervan’ has certainly got my festive spirit….all fired up!

Finding My Mothership, aka the Library

If you’re already a visitor to this blog, big up to both of you by the way, I will build a good follower count eventually, sigh. Anyway, if you’ve already read my posts you will be fully aware that I am a complete bookworm – the Waterstones staff get dollar signs in their eyes every time I walk in, and Barter Books in Alnwick is like my Mecca. But, as embarrassing as this is to admit, I have not set foot in a library since I was in primary school. Obviously I’m discounting the many hours spent in the university library because that was more of a necessary evil than a leisure choice and to be honest reading for my degree really made me fall out of love with reading, temporarily. I could never stay angry with you, literature.

I recently started a new job with a local council, and you’ll be aware if you live in the UK that libraries are generally being cut and merged with other facilities like job centres and housing offices, bloody tories. So, it was really by chance that I started visiting a library again because there’s one in the building where I work, and I sometimes have to take a turn being in charge of it (date stamping the books is seriously so satisfying I can’t explain it). Naturally, if you put me in a room full of books I’m going to start perusing and honestly my main question is ‘why on Earth haven’t I been using libraries for years?’ Council tax is an absolute pain in the backside – yes it’s nice to have the bins emptied and a local police force but it’s something we all resent paying. But guys, we can get free books. Free. Books. Books. For free. Without paying. How freaking amazing is that???

Every time I go into Waterstones I have an absolute crisis and fret over whether to buy books by unfamiliar authors because, let’s be real, £7.99 is a lot to spend on a paperback you might not necessarily enjoy, which will then also take up space in your house, so I always end up playing it safe with an author I know I like. And that’s fine, if you like one book then chances are you’ll like said author’s other books, but variety is the spice of life, yes? And I get it, you don’t want to be paying for something you might not actually like, hence why I have a regular order at every restaurant I’ve ever been to – no way am I going to risk branching away from a lemon and herb pitta now, Nando’s. The solution? Libraries! Did you know they have DVDs now? BLOCKBUSTER ISN’T DEAD GUYS, IT JUST MOVED TO THE LIBRARIES AND NOW IT’S FREE, WAHOOOO! Seriously though, they have ebooks and DVDs as well as all of the books ever, and if you don’t enjoy it then it doesn’t matter! You just take it back and get something else! No muss, no fuss, no scratting around the bin looking for your receipt and trying to pretend to the cashier that you never even cracked the spine.

Having access to free books is really pushing me to read more and to branch out beyond my usual genres, so for any book lover I really cannot stress enough how revolutionary a library card is. *Resists the urge to break into the library card song from Arthur*. If someone told me there was a place you could go to, on nearly every high street, where you can test a meal for free without having to buy it just to see if you like it; I would be all over that like a rash. Being able to read books for free? Honestly if I didn’t know better, I would’ve said that only exists in the dream world where I am also married to Justin Hawkins and Johnny Depp never became a greying domestic violence perpetrator. Matilda was definitely onto something here…