I’ve just finished The Light of Day, a novel by Graham Swift. It won the Booker Prize, which is what prompted me to buy it and read it. It’s an interesting book – a day in the life of a man looking back on an event two years earlier and on his life. It’s slightly bleak, but not depressing. As a Booker Prize winner, I’d hope for something more, but as a novel for a Bank Holiday Monday I think it’s pretty good. While I was reading it I wasn’t overly gripped, but as it went on, and now that it’s over, I’m pulled in by its poetry. It’s a little like the feeling I had after seeing the film Magnolia, which I didn’t enjoy watching, but which left me with an amazing, uplifted, feeling.