As per usual I set off on my annual summer camping holiday with a pile of books. My camping companions were also similarly kitted out, and I was interested to see what they were reading .
Keith Richards biography seemed a popular choice amongst the men, and the verdict from my friend Grant was that it was quick and easy to read, just the ticket for the beach holiday.
I was therefore surprised to see my camping neighbour Jude reading The Room by Emma Donoghue. Not my idea of a nice light read for a relaxing holiday, but she declared that though not a Booker winner, it wasn’t nearly as torrid as she thought it might be, and gave it a tick.
I started off with the new Jane Smiley Private Life. Big mistake. All three camping companions read this book, but agreed that it could easily have been retitled ‘Boring life’. I gave up and read the last pages to get an idea of what happened (nothing much).
My husband loyally read the Christmas present I gave him, the new Lloyd Jones Hand me down world. He is usually a slow and ponderous reader but finished it off in record time, so I’m presuming he enjoyed it. He then moved on to To heaven by water by Justin Cartwright and has declared it very good, and one that I might even enjoy! (We usually read very different books, he goes for the slow stuff, big on description, low on dialogue, where I am the complete opposite, so I am a bit dubious).
Jonathan Franzen Freedom seemed to be a popular choice by all concerned, (although a bit heavy to hold while reclining on the beach) and the new Barbara Trapido, Sex and Stravinsky was also declared a hit. I read The Rescue by Anita Shreve and then promptly wished that I hadn’t bothered, and then thankfully pounced upon Joyce Carol Oates, Little bird of heaven. Although not the most cheerful of authors Oates has created two very compelling characters, and I was grateful to have last found something that I could actually get my teeth into.
What were your holiday reading highs and lows?