Purple, pink and blue cornflowers on the table, next to it a stack of books, an iced green juice, the open balcony door with the sound of incessant sparrows picking from the bird feeder: it’s mid July and summer finally has found its way to Scotland.
There are two things I want from a summer read:
I want it to draw me in like a hammock swaying between two trees.
I want that feeling of reading it in one sitting.
The following six books comply with both.