On a windy night, at the foot of a set of stairs in a run-down mansion buried deep in the Scottish highlands, the body of a young woman is found. Her name is Janet; she’s dressed in her mother’s black lace ballgown. Outside, in the stormy skies, a jackdaw flies in search of her. He seems to be the only one who misses her. I had never heard of this 1991 novel, but I’m so glad I did. It’s a small gem; that rare combination […]
Still, thou art blest, compar’d wi’ me; the present only toucheth thee
O Caledonia by Elspeth Barker




