A middle class family holiday in the South of France is interrupted by the arrival of Kitty Finch, mentally unstable botanist and poet.
A very short book, and very evocative of place, at least. You can feel the heat of the sun, hear the insects and smell the pine trees.
Unfortunately the characters are unsympathetic, and whilst the final tragedy was always lurking in the background, it's hard to care when it happens.
In an ironic twist, I actually managed to leave my Kindle at the swimming pool after I finished this book during the children's swimming lesson. Luckily it was handed in and I got it back.
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