I don’t know about you, but this is about the time in the election cycle when I start dreaming of escaping across the ocean, camping out in Berlin or Paris or Copenhagen and resolving never to pay attention to American politics again. And maybe (definitely, considering publishing timelines) it’s just a coincidence, but there seem to have been a number of good expat novels cropping up recently, with Garth Greenwell’s lovely What Belongs to You being only the most recent example. Whether you’re sick of Ted Cruz’s face or not right now, you also may enjoy travel, which is as good a reason as any to pick up one of these novels, each featuring Americans abroad, either as expats or temporary visitors, all in pursuit of happiness, in one form or another. Hey: aren’t we all? Even Ted Cruz.