I manage about a book a week. They seem to be getting incrementally darker. Having last week lost myself in Gary Younge's incredible One Day in the Death of America, I thought I'd try light relief and just finished The Beekeeper of Aleppo. Great book, not exactly light relief. I now feel really quite sad.
Please, please recommend me something sharp and very funny to brighten my weekend. Fiction or nonfiction. For reference, my absolute favourite books of all time are Tales of the City, with most of Updike coming a close second. I have a history of incontinence on public transport when reading David Sedaris.
Help! 🙂