Books of the summer
Reading ·A hot summer means long evenings on the bench outside. Here are the five books that kept me company, from the one I loved most to the one I am still thinking about.
I don't read new books very often. Most of what I read comes from the second-hand shop in town, where the owner sorts novels by the colour of their spines. It is a terrible system and I love it.
The list
- A walking diary from the 1950s, found for two euros, with someone's pressed flowers still inside.
- A short book about bread, which made me bake every Sunday in August.
- A novel set on a lighthouse, slow, quiet, and better than its cover.
- A field guide to clouds, now permanently in my bag.
- A collection of letters between two friends who never met.
The last one is the one I keep thinking about. Two people wrote to each other for thirty years and never shared a room. Everything they knew about each other came through paper. It made me want to write more letters, and fewer messages.