Solipsistic, narcissistic, neurotic – these terms could relate equally to myself as to the protagonists of pretty much every book I’ve managed to finish over the last couple of years. I can’t seem to deviate from thirty-something females living in mostly US cities, who are invariably looking for some kind of way out. Here’s a pictorial roll call (cos I’m too lazy to write), with a few honourable, non-fiction works thrown in for good measure: