The End of the Alphabet by C. S. Richardson

Think: rainy Sunday afternoon, over-stuffed armchair, nice bottle of red, box of Swiss chocolates and, most importantly, a rather large box of tissues. Then, snuggle up and prepare to be totally charmed by C. S. Richardson’s debut novel. I loved this book. The characters feel like an old sweater and jeans: so comfortable, so familiar,... Continue Reading →

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