A review by gajanperry
Sunbathing by Isobel Beech

3.0

Almost refrained from rating this one because I'm a coward. But while Sunbathing has some of the best prose I've read all year (the chapter about digital media use is brilliant) and some truly beautiful moments reflecting upon grief and friendship, I did find that there was also a fair bit of naff to wade through. Found that a good deal of the cultural references and the Italy narrative made the overall portrayal of grief a little bit inaccessible, although maybe that's just my own personal failing.

EDIT: I’ve realised that I was still way too cowardly to express my actual disappointments with this book which I truly did want to love completely - so ignore everything I’ve written here and my awfully articulated stilted half-criticism, altered review is coming