So, it’s that time of the year again: planning the holiday reading. As I’m off to Mallorca I’ve picked up a copy of ‘The Lemon Grove’ by Helen Walsh simply because it’s set on that beautiful island. I’ve only read one Walsh, ‘Brass’, which I found to be a little too brutal for my tastes, but this volume promises to be ‘A gripping, sexy summer read’ – bringing back memories of school holidays pouring over Jackie Collins’ ‘Hollywood Wives’, which I suspect (hope?) will be wide of the mark.
Next I have Agatha Christie‘s ‘Evil Under the Sun’, a choice born out of confusion. I had read that Christie visited Mallorca and set one of her stories there – and, having only seen the Mallorcan-set film of ‘Evil under the Sun’, believed this to be that tale. Wrong! The novel is actually set in Britain while the story she set in Mallorca is actually a short entitled ‘Problem at Pollensa Bay’. Never mind, I haven’t read a Christie in many, many years so this should be a treat.
And next I’m taking Deborah Levy‘s ‘Hot Milk’ to remind me just how good it is.
And finally…I’m not sure. I’m thinking of a ‘classic’, but can’t quite decide where to head. Maybe some hot stream of consciousness action with Dorothy Richardson? Or what about taking the leap into the murky world of Simon Raven?