It’s been one of those mornings, when, so close to finishing reading the current book, I had to make time to just sit, legs curled beneath me on the sofa, and read, and finish Helen Dunmore’s Crossing of Ingo, the last in her Ingo quartet. It was good, better than the third in the series, but not up to the imaginative beauty of the first two.

Next, up I’m reading The Ghost Writer by John Harwood. If its anywhere as good as The Séance, then I’m really looking forward to this one.