So I have a confession. I have a tendency to stockpile reading material. And even though I have the best of intentions, sometimes I will buy a new book (or multiple books) before I have read the last haul. This has left me with a rather large pile of books in my bedside table spanning years of bookshop purchases that are as yet still unread. My bad.
I bought this particular work of fiction at the airport when I was leaving Amsterdam, drawn in by the bright cover and a faint recollection of it popping up with glowing reviews on a few of the blogs I follow.
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