I always feel better with a small press book in my hand.
There's a bit of undiscovered country that feels secretive and small in an almost nurturing way.
Not that one of my favourites isn't already punching above its weight, but The Confessions of Noa Weber, both a philosophical and spirited tale of a young Jewish woman's love for the enigmatic and sadly deceased Alek is a winner so far.
I'm only a third through it, but a full review is forthcoming.
Posted by Dave