Review by JUDITH HAZLETT
"...[P]art of ageing, at least for many of us, was to see how misshapen and imperfect our stories had to be. The passage of time bends us, it folds us up and eventually, it tucks us right into the ground."
This passage from the book sums up the quiet life of Bob, the librarian, in a story told with charm and occasional humour. Totally unlike the previous work of DeWitt that I had read and hated (The Sisters' Brothers).