The absolute joy of a favourite book. Starting in a new job, I wanted to read something fun and familiar that didn’t require any brain power to follow the plot and wouldn’t suffer from me falling asleep after a paragraph.
This is a *certain kind* of light relief — a supremely bleak yet laugh-out-loud book. It’s a classic of the Mantel oeuvre, in which she turns the darkest aspects of human nature into a comic masterpiece.
It’s about a mother and her adult daughter, who has learning disabilities; the failures of social services; and an extramarital affair. The worst things happen, and the humour is iconically fatalistic and British.
10/10 (as always).