The book was highlighted as an engaging bedtime read that the hosts chose for its striking cover, title, and promising heft, and both described it as impossible to put down. In the first episode, the speaker selected it on a whim to get lost in a new story, while in the second, Katherine Nicolai found it left behind by a guest and settled into a quiet porch to read it. Their comments conveyed strong enthusiasm for the title, suggesting it was a highly recommended pick for listeners.
Episode: Petrichor (Encore)
The speaker had finished reading a book the previous night and was looking forward to starting another book, which she called "Sweet Dreams". She chose it based on its cover, title, and weight, feeling that it would provide many hours of reading.
I remembered turning the last page of a book the night before, closing it with a sigh and sliding it onto my bedside table, wondering which of the books from my to-be-read stack would come next. So that's what I wanted. To start a new book, to get lost in a new story.
I was frugal about some things, but not books. I bought them generously, shared them, gifted them, borrowed them, kept them too long without any guilt.
I like to know as little about a book as possible before I started it. I didn't want to know any of the twists or turns until I was actually taking them, so I relied on my bookseller, my librarian, and friends.
There was one with a cover the color of poppies, a title that sounded like an idiom I had always known but just never actually heard, and the solid weight of many hours of reading in it.
I carried it to the chaise longue by the window and climbed in. The room was a little cool with the fresh air coming in, so I tossed a throw over my legs and settled back as comfortable and happy as I could be. I took a slow breath and let it out and started with chapter one, Sweet Dreams.
Episode: Summer at the Inn Part 3
The narrator found this book left behind by a guest, with a note saying 'couldn't put it down'. They enjoyed it so much they read it in a quiet spot on the sleeping porch of their inn.
I'd thought, well, I'm in need of that. And slipped it into my pocket.
It had been waiting for me, so patient and quiet, and all the time holding a story that felt like it was written just for me.
I opened my book, Sweet Dreams.