Book Review: Paris Echo, by Sebastian Faulks (2018)
For that all-important opening sentence to a novel, this one is pretty good. I let my daughter read it and she enjoyed it so much, she asked if she could read it again whenever she saw me with the book in my hands. I picked up a copy of Paris Echo during an 8-hour wait for a connecting flight in a largely deserted Copenhagen airport. We were headed for Iceland for a 2-week summer holiday of camping and touring around – all dependent on passing a coronavirus test on arrival. Had I ended up in quarantine for a fortnight, the book would obviously still have been required. As it turned out, Iceland in summer with a tent is perfect if you are seeking long hours of uninterrupted reading. This is thanks to the light in the middle of the night being as bright as the middle of the day (no need for a torch) – perhaps just don’t take any kids with you! Birdsong by Sebastian Faulks is a novel that left a great impression on me, not just for the story, but also for the writing. I remember...