A few years ago, I was in a lovely book shop in Cobourg. I always like to ask book store owners about their favourite books. The owner took one from the shelf and pressed it into my hands. One look at the thickness, and I knew it wasn’t for me.
I like thin books, and that one was about 500 pages long. When I resisted she grabbed my arm and implored me to read it. “You must.” she said.
I still refused.
At the cabin this year, I had long stretches of time while the builders fixed the foundation piers and stairs. So I took a chance and got the book from the library.
Unbelievably brilliant. I couldn’t put it down. My royal consort loved it too.