This novel I picked up second-hand (regulars might notice a theme here), and I decided to read it now, for reasons obvious to those of you in Europe. The setting is a previous heatwave, that of 1976.
“Give me books, fruit, French wine and fine weather…” John Keats I am writing this surrounded by books. My books, my partner Geoff’s books, our parents’ books… This has always been the condition of my life. I grew up in a home stuffed with all kinds of books, every room filled with them. I readContinue reading “My name is Sarah, and I am a book addict”