After I breeze through this, I’ll be attacking A Singular Man. Reading (and in some cases re-reading) an ex-pat Irish-American novelist who’s not published a book in more than a decade is how I plan to prepare for my August trip to Scotland.
Geography has never really been my strong suit. Probably because I grew up just four hours south of Chicago and nobody in my family ever told me, let alone took me there.
Was that child abuse? Sometimes I think so.