Geoff pointed this out to me yesterday, I forgot his favourite part of my month-ends: the best book, for whatever arbitrary and always-changing definition of best I’m using at the time. So, here it is, August’s best book:
It was not a very winning month for grown-up literature and, more and more, it seems I’m enjoying books that I can read aloud to Tesfa more than I am enjoying books I am choosing to read to myself.