Ava Anna Ada Dorothy Koomson which for forty years had

which for forty years had tramped the seas

'I absolutely loved it: I had to read it at one sitting

with dimensions so perfect that it could only have been the result of conscious design

Over three long days

high up in the Swiss Alps

Ava Anna Ada Dorothy Koomson which for forty years hadThe between days were days of pure white heat. Summer is swelling around the village. Heat is surging, people are whispering about a great hungry wave, and in the garden, Anna is kicking her dying dog on the grass. But someone is watching her. The girl. Ava. Outside, the brutal summer blisters on. Inside, over the course of one claustrophobic week, Anna and Ava become caught up in their own world. Become swallowed by each otherness. But what does Ava