This book is one of the most tender and warm I have read in ages. Seven different people in different periods from 1891 to 2021 - it’s life-affirming, accepting and erotic even when dealing with grief. Quietly brilliant – and you’ll never take a mattress for granted again.
Now, I’m out in some sunlight – and finally starting to breathe properly. I find a bench, lean myself back against a patch of already-warm brick wall, and discover that my shirt – my best shirt – is already starting to stick to my back. I look away to my right. Down the tracks, I begin to see a dot, shaking in the heat.
I want this dot to hurry up.
I want it to burst into being a train, and save me.