The upcoming post will focus on Jephte’s daughter by Naomi Ragen. Wherein the fascinating communities of Orthodox Jews in America and Israel provide a backdrop for a cast of a ‘luminously beautiful’ yet misunderstood heroine, a bubbly comparative literature tutor, the requisite cruel husband, evil aristocrats and sympathetic priests. Furthermore, it contains the required trans-continental jet-setting and a plot that demands the up most of your ability to suspend disbelief.  What more could you possibly need?

Ever since i found this book at a carboot sale in ’04 it has become a yearly ritual. The first truly hot day of the year heralds the first trip to the park, a bottle of lemonade and yet another re-read of the extremely unlikely-and-therefore-awesome adventures of Batsheva Ha-Levi. Call me prejudiced, but the concept of a daughter of a prominent Haredi Jew being allowed to read novels by the author of Lady Chatterley’s lover has me floored, every single time. Still, it doesn’t stop this pulpy novel being an unintentional guilty pleasure and i hope you tune in next week for the first instalment of Jephte’s daughter: The recap!