I finished War for the Oaks, which had a stronger romance slant than I usually care for. On the other hand, if I’d known it might bag me a phouka, I’d have worked a lot harder at my music lessons.
Now on to The Snow Child, by Eowyn Ivey. I can’t stand magical realism (oh an old man with enormous wings, ho hum, pass the beans). I was afraid this was going to be like that, however it isn’t turning me off so far. Liking it.