There is no book being reviewed this week because I am moving house. All my books are in boxes, waiting to be delivered (tomorrow!) from a depot somewhere near Corsham, to our new house just outside Bath, in the west of England. I am so tired from garden wrangling, tradesman supervision, long-distance driving, listening to men grumble, and project managing other people’s schedules that I fall asleep before reading anything. I long to see my books again, and have time to sit and read something. But not this day.