Some day, or set of days, I shall have a nice long holiday in a temperate climate without too many distractions, and immerse myself in Proust, Ulysses and Virginia Woolf. As predicted when I read Mrs Dalloway, I very much enjoyed To the Lighthouse, with its intense description of two days separated by years and a war, but its not really the kind of book to fit into my commuting, or to get to grips with over a hot weekend when one is cooking lunch for guests. It requires, and I suspect rewards, patient concentration; and yet is only 150 pages long. Very easy to pick up, very difficult to properly absorb. (Perhaps this is one book that might work well in audio format.)