Dear readers of this column, I hope you had a good summer. Like most of you, I suppose, it seemed short to me. I've also read less than I thought I would, but I did devour one of the books I mentioned in my last article before the holidays: James, of Percival Everett (Ángulo, translated by Jordi Martín Lloret). It is very good to recover it now, as some friends have asked me if I would dedicate this first article to the controversy of the influencer María Pombo for his statements about reading.

There is no summer that I do not miss. Henning MankellThe Swedish writer died almost ten years ago, but it's been a few years since he last wrote new books about Inspector Kurt Wallander, his most famous character. In fact, it's him I miss every summer.