Now this is my kind of beach read. A big thick book that's set in a medieval castle, replete with herbalists, gardeners and young novices. Eco was a scholar, thinker and a very, very ornate and detailed writer of fiction and this, alongside the equally fecund Foucault's Pendulum are escapism for those who don't like to escape their brains. "Erudite fiction" it says on the back. Plus there's a film that you're allowed to re-watch now (younger Sean Connery, with a bit too much eye liner).