Okay, let's try this again. I'm hoping I'll actually make it through most of this month, but my track record hasn't been good.
If I'm going to curl up in front of a fire, I'm going to choose a book that makes me cold reading it. Two books that send a shiver through me just thinking about them and that I have to read wrapped up in a blanket are Laurie R. King's The Moor and Anne Ursu's Breadcrumbs.
In The Moor, Russell spends most of the book traveling back and forth across the moor in November (I think) in constant rain and part of the time the house they stay in has no heat. I try to read that one in summer.
Breadcrumbs is a retelling of Hans Christian Anderson's The Snow Queen, so for a large chunk of the story the main character is tromping around in the snow with few stops and little warmth. I felt like I could see my breath in front of my face.
Now I'm off to read a book about a desert. I'm shivering just thinking about these books.