Believable characters and an underlying positivity make this tale of two mixed-up Arizonans' broiling summer a perfect sunbathing companion
My holiday reading usually begins in one of three places. There's the shelf at home where I keep all the books I've bought over the years but never got round to reading. There's the folder in which I stuff cuttings of book reviews that whet my appetite, often from way back whenever, prompting an online search or visit to a secondhand shop. And then there's the cupboard at the Guardian/Observer offices where spare copies of all the books submitted for review are kept.