Spring

You finish one novel in five weeks, you finish the next in five days. Spring, by Ali Smith. The next installment in her series, after Autumn and Winter (which I apparently didn't blog about).
I really loved this novel, as I did with all her novels so far. It is contemporary, filled with meaningful events and stories, told by characters taking unexpected turns. It follows Richard, mourning the death of his friend, and Brittany, who encounters a lonely schoolgirl on a train platform and can't help but be drawn to her. The story unfolds, not in the way I was expecting it to, but then again Ali Smith so far has always surprised me plot wise.
Her writing style, her language... I've said it before, it's flowing from the page, there is just no way you can stop reading, unless your head gets filled with too much information (about Brexit, about refugees, about the English repressing the Scots and the Irish, about more current events than you would ever expect in such a novel).
Apparently, the whole seasonal quartet (Summer is still to come) are somehow connected. I haven't been able to find the connection yet, and I refuse to go look for it online until I find the final novel. It's probably something pretty obvious, staring me right in the face, but getting drowned in everything else I find in her novels. Which means I'll have to reread them, at some point in the future. Which is a very good thing indeed.