One of the perks of working at Sunday is a lovely little benefit known as the High Interest Account, a £150 annual allowance that enables us to learn a new skill not necessarily related to our jobs (see Jessie’s flower arranging, for example). The only condition is that you have to share evidence of your new skill with the rest of the company.

Well, the rest of the company is sadly yet to see evidence of my ‘skill’, acquired on a creative writing course last year. At some point, obviously, I hope to share my Orange Prize-winning efforts, but in the meantime, one of my fellow students has beaten me to it…

Jonathan Lee’s debut novel, Who Is Mr Satoshi?, was published a couple of months ago. A lawyer by day, he drew on his experiences working in Japan for his Tokyo-set book about a reclusive photographer who sets out on a bizarre personal quest to track down the mysterious Mr Satoshi following the death of his mother.

Jonathan is a thoroughly nice chap and, it turns out, a damn fine writer. The book has received glowing reviews and, much as it pains me to admit it (jealous, moi?), I have to agree. I loved it. It’s beautifully written, heartbreaking and hilarious by turns, and has one of the most immersive final scenes I’ve ever read. Go buy.