I have loved Jilly Cooper almost since I can remember reading grown-up books. I still have the very tattered copies of Emily, Harriet, Imogen, Octavia, Prudence, Bella and so on that I fell in love with when still a schoolgirl for the novel's racy glamour and wonderful heroines for whom the bumpy course of true-love eventually runs smooth.
I'm old enough to remember Riders sensational launch, and to have had it confiscated by a prefect when caught reading it during prep; wrapping it in the cover of my biology textbook was evidently an inadequate disguise. Who hasn't fallen for Rupert Campbell-Black, surely one of the most desirable romantic rotters of the last thirty years?
A considerable part of my home library is dedicated to her many subsequent novels, all of which are my 'go-to' comfort reads.
But for me, Jilly Cooper is more than just comfort reading or escapism: they're the books that have built me: one of the many enchanting things about her work is that it wears its learning very lightly, and her own immensely satisfying novels kicked down a door to a magical literary world in a way that my teachers at school never could. I would never have discovered the delights of Mitford, left to my own devices, and remained entirely immune to the many charms of Yeats until captivated by Declan O'Hara in Rivals. There are many, many more examples - she has shaped my own taste in books to a very satisfying degree.
Anyway, I can't tell you how beside myself with joy I am to welcome Jilly Cooper to The Books That Built Me on 22nd November. We will be in the elegant surroundings of Gieves and Hawkes, No.1 Savile Row - I can't help feeling that Rupert Campbell-Black would have his suits made there - and in addition to a hardback copy of Mount! Jilly's latest novel (in which R C-B returns), each ticket comes with a glass of Champagne Bollinger and a bar of Prestat chocolate, in addition to a subscription to Town and Country Magazine.