The Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro
It seems increasingly likely that I really will undertake the expedition that has been preoccupying my imagination now for some days.

Shattered Anzacs: Living with the Scars of War by Marina Larsson
‘Our cup of sorrow has been filled to the brim.’

The Star from Calcutta by Sujata Massey
Sometimes Perveen Mistry felt like the only person in Bombay who didn’t care for the summer monsoon.