I seem to be on a Kazuo Ishiguro bender; just finished ‘An artist of the floating world’. Just beautiful, like Taitinger Comtes 98. Mature, exquisite and defined by the space created within it. I may have just broken the pretentious gush-o-meter.
Dinner with Edward by Isobel Vincent is nice too, a bit foodie, a bit winey perhaps a bit too much confectioners sugar on it but a very soothing read.