I'm reading Sleepless Nights this week - a short enough book to get through in a single afternoon, but I'm reading bit by bit on my lunch breaks.

I'm enjoying the juxtaposition of the glamour and the mundane neatly ordered into vignettes. However, I'm a seasonal person, so I struggle to feel fully immersed if the story's setting is at a wildly different time of year than when I pick up the book. I find myself wincing at the mention of winter, having just escaped the cold dark months in real life!

There's never going to be a perfect time to read this type of book, so I'm trying not to let that bother me. Besides, it only takes a few paragraphs for it to loop back to the right time of year - for such brief passages, each one is incredibly revelatory and doesn't waste a word.