I tend to read nonfiction books, often reading my way through quite dismal and gloomy subjects until every so often my mum hands me a novel and tells me it’s time for a bit of fiction, some fantasy away from the bleak trauma of Irish History or the grim facts and statistics of environmentalism. I can begin to feel a bit down, exasperated with the forme…
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