The cover of this book is deceiving. Far from this being a throwaway holiday novel, Burton weaves between London in 1967 and Spain in 1936 in the grip of growing nationalist. Based around the lives of two young women far away from the land of their births, and the mystery of a painting, this kept me reading long into the night.
In some aspects the novel is inherently political, yet the “light touch” it gives to this aspect is a little disappointing. This is not a book with much social commentary. In fact it states openly in places that questions of race, gender and politics are for background detail and little more.
Having said this I loved the book and would happily recommend it.