It has felt as though the eyes of the world have been glued to screens this summer, as we watch in horror as rolling news unfurls one unthinkable event after another. There is no need to read or watch sci-fi, as the apocalypse seems to be upon us – and it was worse than we could have imagined.
So far this summer, the UK has provided a baffling triptych of wind, rain and sun. Dark clouds follow blue skies and barbecue invites draw a snigger. Whatever the weather, one thing we can always rely on is a great book to take us to faraway places, allow new ideas to surface, and inspire us throughout the season.
As regular readers have probably already have gathered, I’m 35 weeks pregnant and reckon I’ve read more books in this concentrated period of time that I ever did at school or university put together. I have quite a bookish character, plus I’m a writer, so I guess it’s my natural response to want to ‘study’ pregnancy and parenting in written form.
A few years ago I took to the habit of buying a book wherever I go when I travel. I try as much as I can to buy novels written by native authors, and in most countries you can find literature in English for those few stranded tourists who’ve run out of their own stash.