
So the plan was to read the women‘s prize for NF longlist. Which of course meant the International Booker looked super-interesting. And as I can‘t do everything, the only possible solution is to read the Carnegies. Yay!
I might just admit that children‘s literature is where it‘s at (and where I‘m at) this year, so there we are. (I‘ve abandoned The Eagle & the Hart for Dirty Bertie. Enough Said.)
This book, however, is gorgeous inside and out.