Four books I've really enjoyed in the last few months:
1. Foxes on the Trampoline (Charlotte Boulay) – "My hands press / the sheets smooth. I wish / I didn't have to be over or under all the time / just whelmed, not false and not true."
2. A Town Like Alice (Nevil Shute) – "She stared out at the wet, miry expanse of earth that was the street. 'They'll get their hair wet in the swimming pool, so we'll have to have a beauty parlour,' she said. 'I think that's the next thing. And after that, an open-air cinema. And after that, a battery of Home Laundries for the wet wash, and after that a decent dress shop.' She turned to him. 'Don't laugh, Joe. I know it sounds crackers, but just look at the results.'"
3. The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry (Rachel Joyce) – "They had kept themselves apart from others, and over time neighbours had come and gone, while only Harold and Maureen remained. There had once been vegetable beds, and an ornamental pond. She made chutneys every summer, and David kept goldfish. Behind the house there had been a potting shed that smelt of fertilizer, with high hooks for hanging tools, and coils of twine and rope. But these things too were long since gone. Even their son's school, which had stood a stone's throw from his bedroom window, had been bulldozed now and replaced with fifty affordable homes in bright primary colours and street lighting in the style of Georgian gas lamps."
4. Brown Girl Dreaming (Jacqueline Woodson) – "I want to tell him how the stewardess gave us wings / to pin to our blouses and shirts and told Mama / we were beautiful and well behaved. But / my grandfather is sleeping when we come to his bedside / opens his eyes only to smile, turns so that my grandmother / can press ice cubes against his lips."
How about you? Read anything great lately?