Jean Rhys’s Good Morning, Midnight may be my favorite book. I read it nearly every six months. I open it and then despair and wrench and fall madly in love. In the novel Sophia Jensen (who has changed her name to Sasha), visits Paris for a fortnight, after being saved by a concerned friend from drinking herself to death in London, and finds herself flooded with memories of the past. What Rhys does best: rooms and moods.
