The Weather

It is a terribly British to talk about the weather but I've had an epiphany.  I know what's wrong with it. Grace Dent has taken to describing the weather as GROT (grey and hot) and she is so right.

Women all over the country begin to read at this time of the year.  The birds wake them at 4am and that anxious feeling that something must be wrong stops them falling back to sleep.  They get up to check their children are still breathing, go back to bed make a list of everything they've got to do, worry about whether the children are happy at school, if they'll get the exam results they need, remember that they haven't renewed the house insurance, listen to their husbands snoring and farting in bed next to them and decide that they can't go back to sleep and so pick up a book.  They don't want anything too serious.  A bit of light Summer chick-lit.  Romance, sunshine and a happily-ever-after.

They would normally be reading books like Summer Loving by Allie Spencer - one villa, four friends, a whole heap of trouble.  It's set in quiet, peaceful Liminaki where the sky is blue all day long.

They may have chosen to read, The Summer We Came to Life by Deborah Cloyed.  This is also about 4 friends who spend their summer holidays together, usually at an exotic location.  This book is much sadder though, with one of the friends having recently died of cancer but it's set in a proper summer.

They might have been reading, The Last Summer of You and Me by Ann Brashares, who wrote Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants.  Ann is a woman who knows how to write Summer.

But this year they are all reading 50 Shades of Grey and the weather is obliging.  You only have to look at the sky and you will see that you can see at least 50 shades of grey, if not more.

Please, please, please women of Britain STOP reading 50 Shades.  Read something else. 

 I would recommend the book I'm reading at the moment.  It has some sex in a sauna but on second thoughts it's not what we want the weather to do.

Instead I recommend reading books by Anthony Capella instead.  The Wedding Officer and Food of Love are both set in Italy, during long hot summers with sex and (even better) food.

Note:  I have copied all book pictures from Amazon.  I do not have any kind of permission to do so but I'm sure they wouldn't mind if people read this and then got books from them.