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Afternoon Tea: Judge A Book By Its Cover (#3)

We are back to looking at the cover of a book and deciding that we just have to have it! Read the complete introduction to this series here or you may just want the abbreviated version: You may have heard the idiom, don’t judge a book by its cover, an admonishment to not let surface appearances sway you. Take the time to read the book, delve beneath the surface, and find what message lies within its pages. Get to know a person instead of letting your preconceived notions quickly fix labels upon them.  Don’t judge a book by its cover, someone entreats us, wagging their finger for emphasis. This series does the opposite- I’m judging a book only on the basis of its cover!

Afternoon Tea: Judge A Book By its Cover

There are so many quotes that I want to share here but I’m going to restrict myself to two. Henry James said, “There are few hours in life more agreeable than the ceremony known as afternoon tea.” I’ll say there are few words in the English language more delightful than the words ‘afternoon tea.’ How can anyone resist a book with those words in the title?! It doesn’t matter if the cover of the book looks like the one above or the one below…

Afternoon Tea: Judge A Book By its Cover

Let’s talk about The Afternoon Tea Book by Michael Smith, published in 1986 and a lucky find at a recent library book sale. It’s a treasure trove of information: the history of the custom of afternoon tea, the different types of tea, the appropriate accessories to use (even the kind of table!), and the most tempting recipes. It’s a fantastic resource for anyone interested in anything to do with tea. But I bought it because after I read the words Afternoon Tea, how could I not?! I don’t think I even opened the book before adding it to my pile. The second one is Afternoon Tea At Home by Will Torrent and let’s face it: that evocative title, bringing to mind every wonderful memory associated with tea time, plus tarts and macarons = I’m going to bring it home every time. And even if I never try out a single recipe, every time I see one of these books, I’ll think of that wonderful paragraph from Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier: “Those dripping crumpets, I can see them now. Tiny crisp wedges of toast, and piping-hot, flaky scones. Sandwiches of unknown nature, mysteriously flavoured and quite delectable, and that very special gingerbread. Angel cake, that melted in the mouth, and his rather stodgier companion, bursting with peel and raisins.”