A review by suebarsby
The Heat of the Day by Elizabeth Bowen

1.0

I tried, ok? I really wanted to like it. I persevered mainly because my husband bought it for me for Christmas. But how long does a scene need to be where a man can’t find his pyjamas and goes to sleep on his mother’s sofa? And it’s supposed to be a spy book. I’m running back to John Le Carre instead.