Delight

An exquisitely-written, generous, funny, thoughtful book about the everyday joys of being alive. I love it. Dolly Alderton

J. B. Priestley is one of our literary icons of the 20th Century and it is time that we all became re-acquainted with his genius. Dame Judi Dench

My apology, my little bit of penitence, for having grumbled so much, for having darkened the breakfast table, almost ruined the lunch, nearly silence the dinner party, for all the fretting and chafing, grousing and croaking, for the old glum look and the thrust-out lower lip. So my long-suffering kinsfolk, my patient friends, may a glimmer of that delight which has so often possessed me, but perhaps too frequently in secret, now reach you from these pages.

There are times when there doesnt seem much to smile about. And for those times, there is this book. J. B Priestleys 1949 classic teaches us that joy may be found in even the simplest things, and that we all have the capacity to appreciate them.

Delight comprises a series of short essays, all focussing on a single simple pleasure, from reading detective stories in bed to smoking a pipe in the bath; from Cosy planning to the earliest summer mornings; and from mineral water in the bedrooms of foreign hotels to the smell of bacon in the morning.

Combining poignant memories of his childhood with glimpses of his interior world, panoramas of life abroad with thoughts about writing, music, theatre some strictly personal, some universal this highly readable book bursts with humour and literary flare on every page.