Do you ever have books that you mean and mean to get to– and then finally do, a decade or so later?
Back in the early 90’s, when I was all about paperbacks with atmospheric looking houses on the cover, I picked up Alexandra Raife’s Drumveyn— and when I saw that it was women’s fiction rather than a Gothic, promptly put it down again.
It’s a bit like Monarch of the Glen (complete with a young laird named Archie), but the protagonist is the laird’s mother, and it’s more heart-wrenching than madly comic. Alexandra Raife is brilliant at tugging the heart strings, as well as conjuring up the Scotland of twenty years ago, right down to the wet wellies.
What have you been reading this week?