a west end window.

an day that i can't remember one week on apart from a discursive evening talking about case histories by kate atkinson at book group. as far as i could work out, whether we each enjoyed it or not depended on what the jacket cover looked like - for those of us who had the more serious cover art, it disappointed, for those who had the chick lit funky graphics, it was a simple page turner. the anticipation created by the cover design being entirely responsible for our reaction to the contents.