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SWIMMING HOME by DEBORAH LEVY



SWIMMING HOME by DEBORAH LEVY

Picture this: a villa in France, a heatwave, two middle aged couples; one rich, one bankrupt, one teenage daughter, one dirty swimming pool, some guns, some poems, the French Riviera and an unwelcome (oft naked) guest. Intrigued yet?

I thought this book was brilliant. I enjoyed reading it so much! It reminded me of Hot Milk by Levy and also The Accidental by Ali Smith. I got all the French villa vibes.


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