This holiday I have been reading

Richard Wolin's The Wind from the East, his account of French Intellectuals' flirtation with Maoism in the late 60s / early 70s

Julia Kristeva's The Samurai, an autobiographically novel about French intellectuals in the late 60s / early 70s

Umberto Eco's The Name of the Rose, the first book I have ever read on a Kindle

Michael Foley's Embracing the Ordinary, the follow up to The Age of Absurdity and focuing on Proust and Joyce - not entirely convincing I feel

Susan Cain's Quiet, one of Daughter's favourite books of the year and one that helped her see some things in a new light